No doubt the ordered worlds speed on With purpose in their wings;
No doubt the ordered songs are sweet Each worthy angel sings;
And doubtless it is wise to heed The ordered words of Kings;
But how the heart leaps up to greet The headlong, rebel flight, Whenas some reckless meteor Blazes across the night!
Some comet--Byron--Lucifer--Has dared to Be, and fight!
No doubt but it is safe to dwell Where ordered duties are;
No doubt the cherubs earn their wage Who wind each ticking star;
No doubt the system is quite right!--Sane, ordered, regular;
But how the rebel fires the soul Who dares the strong gods' ire!
Each Byron!--Shelley!--Lucifer!--And all the outcast choir That chant when some Prometheus Leaps up to steal Jove's fire!
