Classic Poem

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

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

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

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

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