ANTHOLOGY OF MASSACHUSETTS POETS (74)

    NIGHT of infinite power and infinite silence and space, >From you may mortals infer, if ever, the scope divine！ The jealous sun conceals all but his arrogant face, You bid the Milky Way and a million suns to shine.

    Each star to numberless planets gives light and motion and heat, But you enmantle them all, the nearest and most remote； And the lustres of all the suns are but spangles under your feet,- Mere bubbles and beads of noon, they circle and shine and float.