Femina Contra Mundum

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.'