O’ER boundless fields of night, lo, near and far
Light, dewdrop’s blink, and Light, Aeonian star.
Wan wraiths that flickering roam by marish ways;
Fierce surge of levin-bright foam where oceans blaze—
Fly’s spark and flame gulfs dire, your fount is one,
Deep in the worlds’ arch-fire of all suns’ Sun.

A burning seed of strife Fate strews, and so
Life, men’s grudged dole, and Life, gods’ feast aglow.
Clod’s captive, senses’ thrall, oft grieved, soon slain;
Immortal, glad o’er all to range and reign—
Frail breath, and spirit eterne, beyond thought’s seeing
Ye touch for one sole bourne all being’s Being.