Who on your silver path majestic rise,
Hymning your chorus to celestial ears,
Your melody must cease!—Thou, radiant Ship,
Which round and round the firmament, on high
Hung like a sea, from immemorial time
Hast sailed,—shalt sink, in waves of darkness whelmed.
And thou, lone watcher of the ancient Pole,—
Who through unnumbered years hast held unmoved
Thy seat in Heaven, and marked the birth and death
Of kindred worlds—shalt quit thy station too!