IV.

Toward some elected point of central rock,
As though, for its sake only, roamed the flock
Of waves about the waste: awhile they mock

V.

With radiance caught for the occasion,-hues
Of blackest hell now, now such reds and blues
As only heaven could fitly interfuse,—

VI.

The mimic monarch of the whirlpool, king
O' the current for a minute: then they wring
Up by the roots and oversweep the thing,

VII.

And hasten off, to play again elsewhere
The same part, choose another peak as bare,
They find and flatter, feast and finish there.

VIII.

When you see what I tell you,-nature dance
About each man of us, retire, advance,

As though the pageant's end were to enhance

IX.

His worth, and once the life, his product, gained--
Roll away elsewhere, keep the strife sustained,
And show thus real, a thing the North but feigned,-

X.

When you acknowledge that one world could do
All the diverse work, old yet ever new,

Divide us, each from other, me from you,—

XI.

Why, where 's the need of Temple, when the walls
O' the world are that? What use of swells and falls
From Levites' choir, Priests' cries, and trumpet-calls?

XII.

That one Face, far from vanish, rather grows,

Or decomposes but to recompose,