Was fallen away—Himself, one spark of soul,
Swam in unbroken void. He was the whole,
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And wailing: “Why hast Thou forsaken me?
Was there no world at all, but only I
Dreaming of gods and men?” Then suddenly
He felt the wind no more: he seemed to fly
Faster than light but free; and scaled the sky
In his own strength—as if a falling stone
Should wake to find the world’s will was its own.