“He walks abroad upon the Zodiac, To weigh the worlds in balances, to fuse Suns in his crucible, and carry back The spheral music and the cosmic news. III “And now the Powers of Water, Fire, and Air, And that dread Thing behind the lightning’s light Cry, _Master us, O man, for thou art fair; To serve thee is our freedom and our might_. “_We love the craft that found our hidden place— The beauty of the cunning of thy hands; We love the quiet empire of thy face: Hook us with steel and harness us with bands!_ “_Make us the Genius of the crookèd plow; The Spirit in the whisper of the wheels; The unseen Presence sitting at the prow, To urge the wanderings huge, sea-cleaving keels._ “They come from ocean and the sun’s blue tent; He lays bright harness on them, and his word; New pulse from continent to continent Runs; the dead places of the world are stirred. “Bearing the sceptres of the mystery, Man rides at elbow with the flying gale, Shrinks up the ancient spaces: land and sea Dispute his wingèd way without avail— “All but the Arctic silences, where stands The Spirit of the Winters, and denies, With incontestable gesture of white hands, And lure of baleful beauty in her eyes. “It is the hour of man: new Purposes, Broad-shouldered, press against the world’s slow gate; And voices from the vast eternities Still preach the soul’s austere apostolate. “Always there will be vision for the heart, The press of endless passion: every goal A traveler’s tavern, whence he must depart On new divine adventures of the soul.” Which Was Dream? _Suggested by an ancient Chinese classic_ I thought that I dreamed a dream one night— That I was a moth on a joyous flight, Under a sky the west wind cools, Over a sky of fields and pools. Like a tinted leaf in the wind content, Over a wonderful world I went: Over a valley with wavering wing My shadow flew like a startled thing. On through the waters spread below, I saw my delicate phantom go— On, till a flash, and that bright world broke, And I was a man at a sudden stroke!