David Given Schwarm

       “The sun comes forth, and many reptiles spawn;
       He sets, and each ephemeral insect then
       Is gather’d into death without a dawn,
       And the immortal stars awake again;
       So is it in the world of living men:
       A godlike mind soars forth, in its delight
       Making earth bare and veiling heaven, and when
       It sinks, the swarms that dimm’d or shar’d its light
Leave to its kindred lamps the spirit’s awful night.”