Sonnet Xxxviii. Epiphany Poem by Henry Alford

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.