Yet knowing far more than any creature may--
What gift of foresight sparkles anew
Midst the dawn enkindling new visions?
Obscure ere now, forever beckoning
Imagination's manifold field forward --
The scene encircles the silent serene
One broken upon the shore of the many.
Galaxies that hush and quell into awe
The remaining quest to bequeath
Posterity's grace casting ever more
Into a world yet unknown again
A life perhaps unbound by the ages
So little and precious to still a fate
Lurking beyond the torn curtain.
Will you pass the harsh and baleful gate and lead
To a land yet enshrouded as by the stardust
And light a lamp with the quest of dawn?
