And world, world, world
When this, mere animated clay
Does move and breathe
And pray from day to day
Oh world, world
When this, mere fallen star
Or risen earth
Does dare to wander and to wander
And world, eternal world
When this, deformed ape
Or angel wretch
Does contemplate and grope and gape
At the scar where wings once were
And world, silent, constant world
You do not answer.
