Spirit of “fire and dew,”
Whither hast fled?
Thy soul they never knew
Who call thee dead.

Deep thoughts of why and how
Shadowed thine eyes:
Thou hast the answers now
Straight from the skies.

Thrilled with a double power,
Nature and Art,—
Dowered with a double dower,
Reason and heart,—

Not souls like thine, in vain
God fashioneth;
Leadeth them forth again,
Gently, by death.