THE BRIDGE OF FIRE
II
Hear now the song of those bright shapes that shine
Huge as Leviathans, tasting the fare
Delicate-sweet, while scented dews divine
Thrill from the ground and clasp the rosy air.—
"Sing on, sing out, and reach a hand for wine!
For the drunken Earth spins softly afloat down there,
And the stars burn low, and the sky is sapphirine,
And the little winds of Space are in our hair!
The little winds of Space
Blow in the Love-god's face,
The only God that lacks not praise and prayer;
Who sole preserves his power
While dynasties devour
Temples and shrines and stones without repair.
Still he goes forth as strong as ten,
A red immortal riding in the hearts of men!"
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