This world was once a fluid haze of light, Till toward the centre set the starry tides, And eddied into suns, that wheeling cast The planets: then the monster, then the man.

The city is built To music, therefore never built at all, And therefore built forever.

Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land; Ring in the Christ that is to be.

So now I have sworn to bury All this dead body of hate I feel so free and so clear By the loss of that dead weight

My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.

But while I breathe Heaven's air and Heaven looks down on me, And smiles at my best meanings, I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.

It is unconceivable that the whole Universe was merely created for us who live in this third-rate planet of a third-rate moon.