Where the blank worlds that gather to the birth

Leaped in the womb of Darkness at their mirth,

And e'en Gehenna's bondsmen understood.

They were not damned from human brotherhood.

Not first nor last of Heaven's high Host, the Four

That night took place beneath The Throne once more.

O lovelier than their morning majesty,

The understanding light behind the eye!

O more compelling than their old command,

The new-learned friendly gesture of the hand!