By mindless Law? Their death-embrace
A simple accident of space?
Vv.
Where is thy fame, when million leagues
Of flaming gas absorb the roll
Of many a system ruinous hurled
With infinite pains and dire fatigues
To build another stupid soul
For fools to call another world?
Where then thy fame, O soul sublime?
Where then thy victory over Time?
Vi.
Wilt thou seek deeper than the fact?
Take refuge in a city of mind?
Build thee an house, and call it heaven?
Rush on! there foams the cataract,
Blind steersman leader of the blind,
Sole devil herald of the seven
Thy garnished halls should house, O Christ,
Thou being dead, thou sacrificed
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