Classic Poem

I still bear in mind the picture of the globe
That palpitates in absorbed fear, in thought.
O sweltering dew, what chaos doth ruminate
Upon zone's firmament, what perfection in
Such listlessness, a rock of earth doth float;
Tempest's call to balance its fees,
Its unseen course through the infinite walls.
The virtue of the sulphur sun that shades
The night, that clears the heaven from reveries —
O Heavenly Father — thou hast in plea
Mankind's thirsty juggle, to upheave its concept,
Who shares thy width of love and all
Whose palm holds the shadow of fear
That judgment soothes, thy dusty heart-speck's tear.