Extended through immensity, where naught
But shoreless waters were—and dead were they;
No living thing did on their bosom float,
And silentness the boundless space did fill;
For the Great Spirit slept—and all was still.
XII.
“But though he slept, yet, as the human soul
To this small frame, his being did pervade
The universal space, and ruled the whole;
E’en as the soul, when in deep slumber laid,