When night's dark falls about the hidden world
We learn that day is but a coloured shell
Where, till light's shrouding bubble breaks, we dwell
By very blindness of the sunbeams furled
From infinite starriness — mote-dwellers whirled
Down stellar eddies, whither none can tell.
Still slaves to that from which none can rebel
Endlessly onward soul with body hurled...

Yes, I have known men who went mad from fear,
Too much aware of this black-bending night,
Pondering too much upon the ancient fact
Of all its monstrous, starry cataract,
And how the earth is but a thing of flight,
Down dizzy stars an atom's dropping sphere!
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