On such a night, when Air has loosed Its guardian grasp on blood and brain, Old terrors then of god or ghost Creep from their caves to life again. - Robert Bridges

Seeking unceasingly for the First Cause of All,
in question for what special purpose he was made,
Man, in the unsearchable darkness, knoweth one thing:
that as he is, so was he made; and if the Essence
and characteristic faculty of humanity
is our conscient Reason and our desire of knowledge,
that was Nature's Purpose in the making of man.

Awake! the land is scattered with light, and see,
Uncanopied sleep is flying from field and tree.

Perfect little body, without fault or stain on thee,
With promise of strength and manhood full and fair!