Minos

Out from the glare of earth-lights and the din
     Of earthly noise, into night and silence,
     Where audible God-whispers rise like islands
By the wide sea of muteness folded in,
Son of the Gods retire! & wisdom win,
     Cave-shadowed and shade-hushed beneath the highlands
     Of lofty thought, beyond the rude world’s violence
Gem-like to ripen ere thy toils being.
So shall new laws, new manners, and new thoughts – 
    Flash from thy coming; and thy glance, deep-eyed
As the Immortals, and thy speech,—untaught
     In sophist schools,—by wisdom magnified
Shall gleam dew-rayed of the path thou’st trod,
And sound thy steps shed for the effluence of the God.