LAUNCHED upon ether float the worlds secure.
Naught hath the truthful Maker to conceal.
No trestle-work of adamant or steel
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WHY here, on this third planet from the Sun,
Fret we and smite against our prison-bars?
Why not in Saturn, Mercury, or Mars,
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AS one who goes from holding converse sweet
In cloistered walls with great ones of the past,
And steps, enwrapt in visions high and vast,
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WHILE through our air thy kindling course was run
A momentary glory filled the night;
The envious stars shone fainter, for thy light
Garnered the wealth of all their fires in one.
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