The sun was black with judgment, and the moon
  Blood: but between
I saw a man stand, saying: 'To me at least
  The grass is green.

'There was no star that I forgot to fear
  With love and wonder.
The birds have loved me'; but no answer came --
  Only the thunder.

Once more the man stood, saying: 'A cottage door,
  Wherethrough I gazed
That instant as I turned -- yea, I am vile;
  Yet my eyes blazed.

'For I had weighed the mountains in a balance,
  And the skies in a scale,
I come to sell the stars - old lamps for new -
  Old stars for sale.'

Then a calm voice fell all the thunder through,
  A tone less rough:
'Thou hast begun to love one of my works
  Almost enough.'