The soul of a man is cast.
The Mighty Hundred Years
I
I saw the Muses, in august assize,
Standing before the Planetary Norns,
Their faces lit with calm, victorious eyes,
Weird as the beauty shed on starry morns.
I heard a voice cry from the Judgment Seat:
“Declare unto the Rulers of the Spheres
The story of the triumph and defeat,