THE terrible tranquillity of space!
My soul shrinks back in sudden doubt. I fear
The myriad eyes that through the ether peer,
And chill the arrogance that dared to trace
The grave enigma of the cosmic face.
Yet through the soundless night a voice austere-
-We that you deem afar are small and near;
With lowly things and humble we have place;
We are but smoke that from a burnt Past rears;
The idle spray God's prow flings in its sweep
Through wider waters; the mere dust that curls
From his vast chariot-wheels as on He whirls;
The futile sparks that from His anvil leap;
Or drifting seeds, pregnant of larger spheres.â?
The Stars
Arthur Henry Adams
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Poem topics: fear, god, night, space, voice, soul, place, small, face, doubt, humble, terrible, cosmic, grave, dust, arrogance, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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