A Dizzying Surmise

What if that fieriest Substance—found so late—

That cousin to the uranium of the sun—

Were proved a cause of all that we have done

And dreamed and been? A source of love and hate,

Vileness and valour, and beauty nobly great!

What if all this, ere Nature had begun

Man's fashioning, lay closed and hidden in one

Miraculous God-sown seed of Life and Fate?

Thus was the Genie of the Arabian tale

Sealed in a vial for a thousand years

Under the ocean, till a fisher's net

Drew forth the vial, and the fisher set

The captive free—but shrank amazed and pale,

When the loosed Afreet towered against the Spheres.

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