Within himself, from more to more;
⁠And, crown'd with attributes of woe
⁠Like glories, move his course, and show
That life is not as idle ore,

But iron dug from central gloom,
⁠And heated hot with burning fears;
⁠And dipp'd in baths of hissing tears,
And batter'd with the shocks of doom

To shape and use. Arise and fly
⁠The reeling Faun, the sensual feast;
⁠Move upward, working out the beast,
And let the ape and tiger die.