Ode to Commemorate the Invention of the Telegraph

THE man who first sped thought along a wire
Knew all, or nothing, ever, of desire.
If nothing, only he could ever see
Unmixed advantage in quick certainty;
If all, of only his omniscient scorn
Could dash and dot and dot and dash be bom;
And surely only such a nonpareil
Could paste on yellow paper heaven — or hell.