The Dark Ages by John Reade The years through which aught that hath life, O Sun, Hath watched or felt thy rising, what are they To those vast æons when, from night to day, From dawn to dark, thy circuit thou didst run, With none to greet thee or regret thee; none To bless thy glowing harbinger of cloud, Rose-tinted; none to sigh when, like a shroud, The banner of Night proclaimed her victory won? Yet, through that reign of seeming death, so long To our imperfect ken, the marvellous force Which means to ends adjusts in Natures plan Was bringing to the birth that eye of man, Which now, O Sun, surveys thy farthest course- A speck amid the countless starry throng. -- What do you think? Comment below.
Posted on: Fri, 07 Nov 2014 02:35:14 +0000
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