When mid-autumn's moan shook the night-time,
        And sedges were horny,
And summer's green wonderwork faltered
        On leaze and in lane,

I fared Yell'ham-Firs way, where dimly
        Came wheeling around me
Those phantoms obscure and insistent
        That shadows unchain.

Till airs from the needle-thicks brought me
        A low lamentation,
As 'twere of a tree-god disheartened,
        Perplexed, or in pain.

And, heeding, it awed me to gather
        That Nature herself there
Was breathing in aerie accents,
        With dirgeful refrain,

Weary plaint that Mankind, in these late days,
        Had grieved her by holding
Her ancient high fame of perfection
        In doubt and disdain . . .

- "I had not proposed me a Creature
        (She soughed) so excelling
All else of my kingdom in compass
        And brightness of brain
"As to read my defects with a god-glance,
        Uncover each vestige
Of old inadvertence, annunciate
        Each flaw and each stain!

"My purpose went not to develop
        Such insight in Earthland;
Such potent appraisements affront me,
        And sadden my reign!

"Why loosened I olden control here
        To mechanize skywards,
Undeeming great scope could outshape in
        A globe of such grain?

"Man's mountings of mind-sight I checked not,
        Till range of his vision
Has topped my intent, and found blemish
        Throughout my domain.

"He holds as inept his own soul-shell -
        My deftest achievement -
Contemns me for fitful inventions
        Ill-timed and inane:

"No more sees my sun as a Sanct-shape,
        My moon as the Night-queen,
My stars as august and sublime ones
        That influences rain:
"Reckons gross and ignoble my teaching,
        Immoral my story,
My love-lights a lure, that my species
        May gather and gain.

"'Give me,' he has said, 'but the matter
         And means the gods lot her,
My brain could evolve a creation
        More seemly, more sane.'

- "If ever a naughtiness seized me
        To woo adulation
From creatures more keen than those crude ones
        That first formed my train -

"If inly a moment I murmured,
        'The simple praise sweetly,
But sweetlier the sage'—and did rashly
        Man's vision unrein,

"I rue it! . . . His guileless forerunners,
        Whose brains I could blandish,
To measure the deeps of my mysteries
        Applied them in vain.

"From them my waste aimings and futile
        I subtly could cover;
'Every best thing,' said they, 'to best purpose
        Her powers preordain.' -
"No more such! . . . My species are dwindling,
        My forests grow barren,
My popinjays fail from their tappings,
        My larks from their strain.

"My leopardine beauties are rarer,
        My tusky ones vanish,
My children have aped mine own slaughters
        To quicken my wane.

"Let me grow, then, but mildews and mandrakes,
        And slimy distortions,
Let nevermore things good and lovely
        To me appertain;

"For Reason is rank in my temples,
        And Vision unruly,
And chivalrous laud of my cunning
        Is heard not again!"