Biblical Job:—Changing the Helper's Mind

The poet in his lone yet genial hour

Gives to his eyes a magnifying power.

Or rather he emancipates his eyes

From the black shapeless accidents of size—

In unctuous cones of kindling coal,

Or smoke upwreathing from the pipe's trim bole,

His gifted ken can see

Phantoms of sublimity.

—Apologia Pro Vita Sua
Samuel Taylor Coleridge