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In our shadows of light the planets sweep, And endure for the span of our prime— Globed atoms that hazard the termless deep With races that bow to the law of Time, And yet cherish a dream sublime.

In reality there existed ‘termless terms,’ a ‘complete anarchy in the method of payment.’

Look in, O Mystic, on thy lease, Thou tenant soul in God's demesne; Forego the show of eyes that fail, And walk the world that cannot pale, Thine by a sealed and termless lien Within His met eternities.

Like a frog, from the lake that leapeth, to take To the Judge of thy actions the way, And to hear from His lips, amid nature's eclipse, Thy sentence of termless dismay.

Into the marrow of her hidden life Had poured the agony of their termless strife With immaterial and material things; And as a bird an unlearned music sings Because a million generations sang, So in her breast the old alarum rang, So the old sorrowfulness in her thought Renewed, and apprehensions all untaught; As if indeed a creature primitive Still did she in the world's dim morning live, That wanted human warmth and gentleness To make its solitude a little less.