THE SUN Over the soundless depths of space for a hundred million miles Speeds the soul of me, silent thunder, struck from a harp of fire. Before my eyes the planets wheel and a universe defiles, I but a luminant speck of dust upborne in a vast desire. What is my universe that obeys me—myself compelled to obey A power that holds me and whirls me over a path that has no end? And there are my children who call me great, the giver of life and day, Myself a child who cry for life and know not whither I tend. A million million suns above me, as if the curtain of night Were hung before creation’s flame, that shone through the weave of the cloth, Each with its worlds and worlds and worlds crying upward for light, For each is drawn in its course to what?—as the candle draws the moth. THE MILKY WAY Orbits unending, Life never ending, Power without end. A VOICE Wouldst thou be lord, Not peace but a sword. Not heart’s desire— Ever aspire. Worship thy power, Conquer thy hour, Sleep not but strive, So shalt thou live. INFINITE DEPTHS Infinite Law, Infinite Life.