I saw the starts against the summer night
Still trembling as they trembled when the light
First fell upon them from the further world
I could not bend my proud humanity
To kneel before the cold immensity
I, who had youth and love, I, who could know
They,flotsam on the ethereal ebb and flow
Dead things unmoved by immaterial fire
Of hope and anguish and divine desire
They were not more omnipotent than I
They could not see and dream and change and die
I could not bow before infinity
The silent grandeur could not conquer me