That world of yours? Are there great cities there,
Populous millions, hearts that beat as these,
Clear meadows and far mountains, shoreless seas,
Shadows of moving armies, thrones that shake?
Does the heart thrill for love there, does it break—
Tell me, are there hushed gardens, quiet tombs?
And mighty poets weaving at their looms
The old, dim wisdoms that outweary Time;
And saints, and lifted saviours, and sublime
Faiths and high fortitudes beyond belief?