III

And the suns of the limitless Universe sparkled and shone in the sky,

Flashing with fires as of God, but we knew that their light was a lie—

Bright as with deathless hope—but, however they sparkled and shone,

The dark little worlds running round them were worlds of woe like our own—

No soul in the heaven above, no soul on the earth below,

A fiery scroll written over with lamentation and woe.