ER the murmurous choral of dim
The constellations glow against the
Ethereal dusk, —forever fair, aloft,
Serene, while man climbs painfully from
To cities, clamorous cities, life that
Like surf against the rocks.
It is not
Our cities glimpse the stars, their luster
Away by low, hard glitter that
Night's blessing of the dark.
But here
Mid-ocean, all whose muffled voices ringA rapture lost to our vexed human wills,
We see the primal radiance that
On chaos, —see the young God
His gleaming flocks on the empurpled hills.
