DJ PaLenka Byron.A spirit passed before me

A spirit passed before me I beheld
The face of immortality unveiled
Deep sleep came down on every eye save mine
And there it stood, -all formless -but divine
Along my bones the creeping flesh did quake
And as my damp hair stiffened, thus it spake

Is man more just than God? Is man more pure
Than He who deems even Seraphs insecure?
Creatures of clay -vain dwellers in the dust!
The moth survives you, and are ye more just?
Things of a day! you wither ere the night,
Heedless and blind to Wisdom's wasted light!