Earth is wounded

With deep gash

Filled with the briny flow

Of narrow seas and wide seas

Whose anguished billows dim the, ash

That heaven's breezes charged with glow.

Earth is sunken

In the main of air,

Whose storm breakers thunder

Through her soul in frenzied

Moods of anger or despair—

And lightning blades her strength asunder.

But ever guarded

By this living globe

In the unpierced tenuity

Of rapt ionosphere

Is the untroubled Beauty, the seamless robe

Woven on wide-loomed Eternity.