Amazing Stories/Volume 01/Number 08/Stars

Out through space my spirit leaps,
Swifter far than light;
Up to the lunar craters,
Gilded, banked with night;
Over the channeled, ruddy Mars,
Up through Saturn’s rings;
Parting the hair of comets,
On my spirit winge;
Out where vast and awful voids
Space the Milky Way—
Room for earths by hundreds
To spin the night and day;
Straight through stuff of orbs unborn,
Mammoth nebulæ;
Lost where stars by thousands
Light the Ether Sea;
Far in timeless, bournless space
Till systems cease to roll;
Ever vainly seeking
Hope and the Supersoul.
Millions die who never knew
Half I see and ken
While I circle madly
Through the stars. And then—

Back to earth my spirit falls,
Tired of cosmic dust;
Needing a human being,
Human love and trust;
Gilding down on fancy’s wings
Deep among the hills,
Where the elms and maples
Arch the flowered rills;
Back to dark-haired Mirabel
All my being flies;
Back to a wide-arm welcome
And the cosmos of her eyes.