The Star and the Sun

The Star and the Sun

In Darkness, and pacing the Thunder-Beat Shore

By many Waves,

No sound being near to me there but the hoarse

Cicala’s cry,

While that unseen Sword, the Zodiacal Light,

Falchion of Dawn,

Made clear all the Orient, wanning the Silvery Stars,

I heard the fine flute of the Fast-Fading Fire,

The Morning Star,

Pipe thus to the Glimmering Glories of Night,

And sing, O World,

If I too must leave thee then who can remain?

But lo! from the Deep

The Thundering Sun upsprang and responded, I.

Andamans, 1886-7.