Classic Poem

Each builds the world as he has dreamed it through
Some high philosophy or dark despair;
And having done, each draws the circle there
That shuts him in. Yet ever will ensue,
With sudden vision, revelations new
Till then not shadowed forth or made aware;
So each must cast his world again more fair,
Only to shatter it and build more true!

Thus had I marked the limits of the spheres
Before you came. My heart's close empery
Suffered no comet-stars to throw their spears
Over the verge. I had not learned to see.
But when you burned from out the void of years
I wrote " New Star " in my astronomy.