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...

Poet:

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...