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IN vision I roamed the flashing Firmament, / So fierce in blazon that the Night waxed wan, / As though with an awed sense of such ostent; / And as I thought my spirit ranged on and on
In footless traverse through ghast heights of sky, / To the last chambers of the monstrous Dome, / Where stars the brightest here to darkness die: / Then, any spot on our own Earth seemed Home!
And the sick grief that you were far away / Grew pleasant thankfulness that you were near? / Who might have been, set on some outstep sphere, / Less than a Want to me, as day by day / I lived unware, uncaring all that lay / Locked in that Universe taciturn and drear.