The sun was black with judgment, and the moon br Blood: but between br I saw a man stand, saying: 'To me at least br The grass is green. br br 'There was no star that I forgot to fear br With love and wonder. br The birds have loved me'; but no answer came -- br Only the thunder. br br Once more the man stood, saying: 'A cottage door, br Wherethrough I gazed br That instant as I turned -- yea, I am vile; br Yet my eyes blazed. br br 'For I had weighed the mountains in a balance, br And the skies in a scale, br I come to sell the stars -- old lamps for new -- br Old stars for sale.' br br Then a calm voice fell all the thunder through, br A tone less rough: br 'Thou hast begun to love one of my works br Almost enough.