Lo, moving o'er chaotic waters,

Love dawned upon the seething waste,

Transformed in ever new avatars

It moved without or pause or haste:

Like sap that moulds the leaves of May

It wrought within the ductile clay.

And vaguely in the pregnant deep,

Clasped by the glowing arms of light

From an eternity of sleep

Within unfathomed gulfs of night

A pulse stirred in the plastic slime

Responsive to the rhythm of Time.

Enkindled in the mystic dark

Life built herself a myriad forms,

And, flashing its electric spark

Through films and cells and pulps and worms,

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Flew shuttlewise above, beneath,

Weaving the web of life and death.

And multiplying in the ocean,

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