A Spirit Passed Before Me
From Job
A spirit passed before me: I beheld
The face of immortality unveiled—
Deep sleep came down on every eye save mine—
And there it stood,—all formless—but divine:
Along my bones the creeping flesh did quake;
And as my damp hair stiffened, thus it spake:
“Is man more just than God? Is man more pure
Than He who deems even Seraphs insecure?
Creatures of clay—vain dwellers in the dust!
The moth survives you, and are ye more just?
Things of a day! you wither ere the night,
Heedless and blind to Wisdom’s wasted light!”
-George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron
Poem of the Month 
Great! I wish I could do things like that with the english language.
Bruensveld
Absolutely magnificent!
Some of his poems are totally insane, some are even dull.
But this one is atop of all his poems.