24.06.2007, 11:37
We passed heart-weary from the troubled house,
Where much of care and much of strife had been,
A jar of tongues upon a petty scene;
And now as from a long and tortured drouse,
The dark returned us to our purer vows:
The open darkness, like a friendly palm,
And the great night was round us with her calm:
We felt that large free wind upon our brows,
And suddenly above us saw revealed
The holy round of heaven--all its rime
Of suns and planets and its nebulous rust--
Sable and glittering like a mythic shield,
Sown with the gold of giants and of time,
The worlds and all their systems but as dust.
Where much of care and much of strife had been,
A jar of tongues upon a petty scene;
And now as from a long and tortured drouse,
The dark returned us to our purer vows:
The open darkness, like a friendly palm,
And the great night was round us with her calm:
We felt that large free wind upon our brows,
And suddenly above us saw revealed
The holy round of heaven--all its rime
Of suns and planets and its nebulous rust--
Sable and glittering like a mythic shield,
Sown with the gold of giants and of time,
The worlds and all their systems but as dust.