Page:Poems on Various Subjects - Coleridge (1796).djvu/181

 With all that fix'd on high like stars of Heaven Shot baleful influence, shall be cast to earth, Vile and down-trodden, as the untimely fruit Shook from the fig-tree by a sudden storm. Ev'n now the storm begins: each gentle name, Faith and meek Piety, with fearful joy Tremble far-off—for lo! the Giant Uprooting empires with his whirlwind arm Mocketh high Heaven; burst hideous from the cell Where the old Hag, unconquerable, huge, Creation's eyeless drudge, black, sits Nursing th' impatient earthquake. O return! Pure ! meek ! The abhorred Form Whose scarlet robe was stiff with earthly pomp, Who drank iniquity in cups of gold,