Lucifer a Theological Tragedy #250202

Thou who callest me by name, Large spectre plumed for-the eagle's flight, Let me be thy guest this night If kindness move thy breast, or any flame Leap on thy hearth, that henceforth, ever bright, On this hoarse and angry coast, May gleam the beacon of its sacred light Where a god, by fortune hurled, Found an altar and a host High on the utmost headland of the world.