Peeped beyond dream;
Looked far beyond
These planets and found
The last zone of all
The level, the tall
Great colorless bourne. . . .
Looked far beyond
These planets and found
The last zone of all
The level, the tall
Great colorless bourne. . . .
—So to return
With nothing,—to know
We are tiny moths . . . O,
We are lost, you and I,
We are doomed, we are done,
As anyone is
Who stares at the sun. . . .
With nothing,—to know
We are tiny moths . . . O,
We are lost, you and I,
We are doomed, we are done,
As anyone is
Who stares at the sun. . . .
We have stared at the sun,
We are doomed, we are done,
We have floated and spun
As dizzily lie
The dots on the sun,—
We are doomed, we are done,
We have floated and spun
As dizzily lie
The dots on the sun,—
Spinning, we spun,
As hither and yon,
Zig-zag and awry,
As light and alone
We were lifted and blown
In the wide, wide colorless sky. . . . .
As hither and yon,
Zig-zag and awry,
As light and alone
We were lifted and blown
In the wide, wide colorless sky. . . . .
