SAW ye the stars last night, all still,
Remote, and bitter-cold,
Who were too passionless to thrill,
Being so wise and old?
Second Voices.
O SAW ye not one star alight,
A leap of silver fire,
Did ye not see it sear the night
And die of its own desire?
First Voices.
AW ye the ancient stars look on
Locked in a chilly dream
Which banished the awakened one
Beyond their frozen scheme?
Second Voices.
O SAW ye not the ashen band
Fade in the morning-gold,
Who long had ceased to understand,
Being so bitter-old?
All the Voices.