A bale-fire kindled in the night,
  By night a blaze, by day a cloud,
With flame and smoke all England woke,—
  It climbed so high, it roared so loud:

While over Massachusetts’ pines
  Uprose a white and steadfast star;
And many a night it hung...

Two souls diverse out of our human sight
Pass, followed one with love and each with wonder:
The stormy sophist with his mouth of thunder,
Clothed with loud words and mantled in the might
Of darkness and magnificence of night;
And one whose eye could smite...

A Bale-fire kindled in the night,
  By night a blaze, by day a cloud,
With flame and smoke all England woke,—
  It climbed so high, it roared so loud:

While over Massachusetts’ pines
  Uprose a white and steadfast star;
And many a night it hung...