When all is said and all is done. Beneath
  the ground, and man lies dead. When all
  the earth is a cold grave and no more
  brave. Bright things have birth when coo-
  ling sun and stone-cold world together
  hurled. Flame up as one o sons of men.
  When all is flame what of your fame and
  splendour then? When all is fire and fla-
  ming air what of your rare and high desi-
  re to turn the clod to a thing divine the
  earth a shrine and man the God??