Transit Gloria

Toward yon star-cluster in vast Hercules
Our sun with all its worlds drops down the sky,
For, banked in shining heaps, the great suns fly
Onward in fiery swarms like golden bees,
While from all sides the everlasting seas
Of night break on them as they thunder by. ...

And ignorant generations live and die
Amid this storm of stars, and feel at ease.
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