What is your worth, O world, to the Angels of God and me!
He sang this quite suddenly, his rich baritone pealing out musically on the warm silent air. I listened entranced.
“What a voice you have!” I exclaimed—“What a glorious gift!”
He smiled, and sang on, his dark eyes flashing—
O wild world! Mote in a burning ray
Flung from the spherical Heavens millions of spaces away—
Sink in the ether or soar! Live with the planets or die!—
What should I care for your fate, who am one with the Infinite Sky!
“What strange song is that?” I asked, startled and thrilled by the passion of his voice—“It seems to mean nothing!”
He laughed, and took my arm.