I traced with wingèd feet, and wove
The orbits of the unshaped stars.
When first the sun and moon had birth,
When seas rushed back, and hills up sprang,
Before God’s eyes in sacred mirth
Once more I circled, and I sang.
I flashed—a Thought in light arrayed—
Beneath the Eternal Wisdom’s ken:
When came mine hour I lived, and played
Among the peopled fields of men.