Henry Alford

Sonnet XXXVIII. Epiphany

As some great actor, when the rhythmic strain Of music, and the step of even dance, Hath ceased, in conscious pride is seen advance, Fixing the wandering looks of all again; On whom the choric band, in comely train, Wait ever, duly with responsive parts Timing his measured passion, but all hearts He hath in hand, to mould to pity or pain;-- So in the scenic skies that wondrous Star Came forth; the myriads that spectators are Of heavenly acts, baffled their lights in gloom To give the great Protagonist his way; And the drama opened, that nor night nor day Shall see consummate till the final doom.