Classic Poem

Though worlds all melt away in mist,
The Heavens' slender filament,
The orange and the amethyst,
Are left me — and I am content!

I stand serene amid the shocks,
Upheavals, cataclysmic dust,
The binding fires, the falling rocks,
The withering of life and lust.

This little burnished lamp I hold
Has shattered the eternities;
The glamour of all unknown gold,
The ancient puissance of the seas,

The sunlight and the love of God
Are cast in chains beneath my feet —
For at my first behest this sod
Becomes a cosmos, new, complete,

Instinct with unimagined power,
In colour radiant pole to pole,
The sudden glory of an hour,
The epic moment of my soul!