Now Sets his Foot by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Now sets his foot upon the eastern sill

Aldebaran, swiftly rising, mounting high, / And tracks the Pleiads down the crowded sky, / And drives his wedge into the western hill; Now for the void sets forth, and further still, / The questioning mind of Man. that by and by

From the void's rim returns with swooning eye, / Having seen himself into the maelstrom spill. O race of Adam, blench not lest you find

In the sun's bubbling bowl anonymous death, / Or lost in whistling space without a mind

To monstrous Nothing yield your little breath:

You shall achieve destruction where you stand, / In intimate conflict, at your brother's hand.