juvencus belief , as unbelief before , shakes us by fits just when we are safest theres a sunset touch , a fancy from a flower-bell , someones death , a chorus-ending from euripides , -- and thats enough for fifty hopes and fears as old and new at once as natures self , to rap and knock and enter in our soul , take hands and dance there , a fantastic ring , round the ancient idol , on his base again , -- the grand perhaps !