THE VOICE.
Behind you lies the second world; the third
Is where you stand. From Cukra, morning star
You have withdrawn yourself to enter soon
The vapoury circle of the earth. For mark
The Seventh House you take. It's Libra called:
There stands the day-star in the balanced hour
When Fall gives equal weight to night and day.
THE DAUGHTER.
You named the earth—is that the ponderous world
And dark, that from the moon must take its light?
THE VOICE.
It is the heaviest and densest sphere
Of all that travel through the space.
THE DAUGHTER.
And is it never brightened by the sun?
THE VOICE.
Of course, the sun does reach it—now and then—