For her friends and mine: a book of aspirations, dreams and memories . you traverse the pallid distances,And your rumors are like vague clarions,And I have more of suns than you have immensity lives radiant and I know not if the remnant of the world,Wandering in some corner of the desolate firmament,May not have vanished in my radiance. THE NEBULA. To whom then speakest thou, far passing cloud?We scarcely hear thy voice in the gulfs of distinguish thee only as a nimbus obscureIn the most lost corner of the most nocturnal us shine on in peace, we whi
For her friends and mine: a book of aspirations, dreams and memories . you traverse the pallid distances,And your rumors are like vague clarions,And I have more of suns than you have immensity lives radiant and I know not if the remnant of the world,Wandering in some corner of the desolate firmament,May not have vanished in my radiance. THE NEBULA. To whom then speakest thou, far passing cloud?We scarcely hear thy voice in the gulfs of distinguish thee only as a nimbus obscureIn the most lost corner of the most nocturnal us shine on in peace, we whiteners of the darkness,Spectral worlds hatched in the mournful chaos,Having neither austral nor boreal pole, 377 We, the realties living in the ideal, Worlds on worlds, whence flow the immense swarm of dreams, Dispersed in the ether, that ocean without shores Whose wave to its confines has never returned; We the creations, isles of the unknown! being lives in my somber unity. have but to breathe, and all would be a shadow. November 26, 373 LENVOI. (Woods Hole, Mass.) These songs are done! Farewell, my dear, farewell!Out of thine ashes grow all lovely thingsThat bud and bloom, or rise on joyous wings, Or in the beryl sea-deep twilight dwell! Thy spirit unto mine a quickening flameOf high resolve, an impulse unto good,A hand that never tires—all this I would, Till hungering souls through me shall bless thy name. So shalt thou live in other lives on earth,And from thy dwelling place within Gods heartFind all is good! There may each have his part, And find in Natures God divine re-birth. Then be with earth and sea forevermoreThy sacred ashes part of this dear shore! On train, New York to Washington,December 9, 1913. 379
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