I Would I Were An Angel Strong, An Angel Of The Sun, Hasting Along! I Would I Were Just Come Awake, A Child Outbursting From Night'S Dusky Brake! Or Lark Whose Inward, Upward Fate Mocks Every Wall That Masks The Heavenly Gate! Or Hopeful Cock Whose Clarion Clear Shrills Ten Times Ere A Film Of Dawn Appear! Or But A Glowworm: Even Then My Light Would Come Straight From The Light Of Men! I Am A Dead Seed, Dark And Slow: Father Of Larks And Children, Make Me Grow.