where the black planets roll

  Past the wan-mooned abysses of night,                                        

I have lived o'er my lives without number,                                      

  I have sounded all things with my sight;                                      

And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.

I have whirled with the earth at the dawning,                                    

  When the sky was a vaporous flame;                                            

I have seen the dark universe yawning                                            

  Where the black planets roll without aim,                                    

Where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge or lustre or name.