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Of this poor worn-out body!
Of this poor worn-out body! Now my soul
Seeks those immortals, who have passed away
From earth to yonder infinite star-worlds:
World within world, sun, planet, comet, moon,
All in their order and their own degree,
One crimson, and one golden, and one green,
Harmonious hearing a low voice of Love!
Star of the Nile! resplendent Sirius!
Whom here men name "Drawer of all the Night!"
Planet of Love! Ntanda,¹⁹ fair firstborn
Of evening, tremulous dew in a sweet rose!
(She is so large, and clear, she sheds a shadow:)
Aldebaran, Orion, Fomalhaut,
Altair, Canopus, and the Southern Cross!


Now fades yon pyramid of nebulous light
Zodiacal, that, paling as it soars,
Tinges mild splendour of the Milky Way
A delicate orange; but Magellan's clouds
Revolve around our starless Southern Pole.