“In Vision I Roamed”
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 awayGrew pleasant thankfulness that you were near?Who might have been, set on some outstep sphere,Less than a Want to me, as day by dayI lived unware, uncaring all that layLocked in that Universe taciturn and drear.
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