Whose gates thrown back exclude the summer sun.
A single grain of sand from out the sea,
The deep of Chaos and Eternity,
Whose bubbles are The Ages dim and vast,
Melting into the dark abysmal Past!
A mote in the cerulean space of air,
One of the innumerous myriads floating there,
Wafted of old from God’s eternal seat,
Where stars and suns lie thick as dust around his feet!