Classic Poem

Last night we walked among the paths of air;
The earth with all its rude and ancient scars
Had faded out, and there was nothing there
But starlight and the stars.

Each star stood planted like a budding shoot,
And on the ground of Heaven a crescent lay—
Lay like the rind of some exotic fruit
A god had thrown away.

And further still we wandered till we came
Upon the very burning edge of space,
And saw the unborn worlds still wrapped in flame
Hiding God's face.

And then my soul in agony and fear
Turned to my love; but oh, my love had gone—
The skies were empty, terrible and drear
—And I was there alone!