And there in the midst of space,
Who grew no age than meets a face,
Traversing through the depths so blind,
Did crease the stars so far behind,
Those fading stars alack no more,
Whose echoes dark gleam wild so sore
Could not stop light in pass of time,
In unthought speed ne echoes prime;
Man’s dream for touch of iron sought,
But could ne reach so far it got,
As neath the iron lay his heart,
But this the tempered stars did dart
And hit him in great ways pronounced
Declared him free of scorn renounced,
That warming heart shall iron melt,
So tears of joy and beau ere felt,
Shall imbue life with greater gain,
For new life wields it bitter bane.

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