O giant stars, born of eternal light,
O winged flames wherewith the void is sown,
As dreadful prophets of a God unknown,
Ye speaketh the law in night and dark!
Had We but sight to see and comprehend,
Your countless fires were as a language plain
To tell Us all that We have sought in vain;
The quest were at and end through Me insane.
O younger worlds, whose tireless-pinioned flight
Climbs eagerly the sheer and topless deep!
O shrivelled planets that obscurely creep
On orbits sunk in night!
Alike Ye falter in unceasingly gloom
That shrouds the deathless Truth humanity may not find;
Alike for Ye the flaming Suns are blind,
And darkness may not illume.
For Life and Death whose God-ambitious eyes would see
The stallar-manifested truth sublime,
Must gaze with sight immutable as Time,
Large as infinity.
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