What nights retard thee, O Sirius!Thy light is as a spear,And thou penetratest themAs a warrior that stabbeth his foeEven to the center of his life.Thy rays reach farther than the gulfs;They form a bridge thereover,That shall endure till the links of the universeAre unfastened, and drop apart,And all the gulfs are one,Dissevered by suns no longer.How strong art thou in thy place!Thou stridest thine orbit,And the darkness shakes beneath thee,As a road that is trodden by an army.Thou art a god,In thy temple that is hollowed with lightIn the night of infinitude,And whose floor is the lower void;Thy worlds are as priests and ministers therein.Thou furrowest space,Even as an husbandman,And sowest it with alien seed;It beareth alien fruits,And these are thy testimony,Even as the crops of his fieldsAre the testimony of an husbandman.
THE STAR-TREADER
IA voice cried to me in a dawn of dreams,Saying, "Make haste: the webs of death and birthAre brushed away, and all the threads of earthWear to the breaking; spaceward gleamsThine ancient pathway of the suns,Whose flame is part of thee;And deeps outreach immutablyWhose largeness runsThrough all thy spirit's mystery.Go forth, and tread unharmed the blazeOf stars where through thou camest in old days;Pierce without fear each vastWhose hugeness crushed thee not within the past.A hand strikes off the chains of Time,A hand swings back the door of years;Now fall earth's bonds of gladness and of tears,And opens the strait dream to space sublime."IIWho rides a dream, what hand shall stay!What eye shall note or measure meteHis passage on a purpose fleet,The thread and weaving of his way!It caught me from the clasping world,And swept beyond the brink of Sense,My soul was flung, and poised, and whirled,Like to a planet chained and hurledWith solar lightning strong and tense.Swift as communicated raysThat leap from severed suns a gloomWithin whose waste no suns illume,The wingèd dream fulfilled its ways.Through years reversed and lit againI followed that unending chainWherein the suns are links of light;Retraced through lineal, ordered spheresThe twisting of the threads of yearsIn weavings wrought of noon and night;Through stars and deeps I watched the dream unroll,Those folds that form the raiment of the soul.III