Page:The ascent of man by Blind, Mathilde.djvu/119

And the noble brotherhood of planets,
Knitted each to each by links of light,
Circled round their suns, nor knew a minute's
Lapse or languor in their ceaseless flight.
And pale moons and rings and burning splinters
Of wrecked worlds swept round their parent spheres,
Clothed with spring or sunk in polar winters
As their sun draws nigh or disappears.

Still new vistas of new stars—far dwindling—
Through the firmament like dewdrops roll,
Torches of the Cosmos which enkindling
Flash their revelation on the soul.
Yea, One spake there—though nor form nor feature
Shown—a Voice came from the peaks of time:—
"Wilt thou judge me, wilt thou curse me. Creature
Whom I raised up from the Ocean slime?

"Long I waited—ages rolled o'er ages—
As I crystallized in granite rocks,