Where'Er He Be, On Water Or On Land, Under Pale Suns Or Climes That Flames Enfold; One Of Christ'S Own, Or Of Cythera'S Band, Shadowy Beggar Or Cr'Sus Rich With Gold; Citizen, Peasant, Student, Tramp; Whate'Er His Little Brain May Be, Alive Or Dead; Man Knows The Fear Of Mystery Everywhere, And Peeps, With Trembling Glances, Overhead. The Heaven Above? A Strangling Cavern Wall; The Lighted Ceiling Of A Music-Hall Where Every Actor Treads A Bloody Soil The HermIt's Hope; The Terror Of The Sot; The Sky: The Black Lid Of The Mighty Pot Where The Vast Human Generations Boil!