When the low heavy sky weighs like a lid
Upon the spirit aching for the light

And all the wide horizon’s line is hid
...

Poet:

In those old times wherein Theology

Flourished with greater sap and energy,

A celebrated doctor—so they say—

Having stirred many careless hearts one day

Down to their dullest depths,...

Poet:

To pay his ransom man must toil
With Reason's implement alone
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Poet:

So proud your port, your arm so powerful.
With such a grip you grip the goddess' hair,
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Poet: