Visions from Distant Spheres

I have a few poems left in me.

Close by the candle's flame I write

Of thoughts that live eternally

And love that died one lovely night,

Another just as the sun arose.

Having been no father, held no son

Bawling from the shock of birth,

I cannot talk of fatherhood

Or meditate on battles won

Upon the bloody turf of earth.

How then shall my voice add or bring

New songs to men unlike the old

Unless my soul leap out and sing

Of visions gathered from the far

And distant spheres of frozen space

Where it knew the name of every star

And recognized each form and face

As sibling, mother, father, kin

Undying souls that knew no grave,

Immortal, pure, beyond all sin

Who shall return this world to save.