Picture this:

The ineffable worth, it circled through the space and through the mind

And the planets up above were in the pathway not inclined

Remote departures before thee were set into the scribe

While the minister of nature felt her age and fell behind

She leadeth us from good to great, ascending as a man

Though I should summon genius I must nevеr shake his hand

Art, expression, lovе and life are simple tragedies

Lying in an exaltation swaying in the breeze

Seeing every good therein rejoice my sainted soul

Within the light which spoke to me, I thought I had control

Atop the hill, a steep decline, my ardour feeleth cold

Honored at the sight and guilt that I was to behold

Sung in Heaven's glory was the brightly colored mist

As we sat around and wondered if we did or not exist

On one side was the hopeful, on the other, nihilists

As we all looked down upon the endless color and violence