If I too must leave thee then who can remain?

But lo! from the Deep

The Thundering Sun upsprang and responded, I.

Andamans, 1886-7.

Andamans, 1886-7.

 

 The World’s Inheritors

The World’s Inheritors

The World’s Inheritors

The World’s Inheritors

The World’s Inheritors

God gazing down from Heaven saw the World.

Mighty, himself a heav’n, he fill’d the heavens.

His beard fell like a wasted thunder at eve,

And all his robe was woven with white stars,

And on his breast a star.

The World was dark. Deep in a forest there,

Where not the rill that routed in the wood

Dared break the silence, nor one murmur of night

Wound to the stagnant, chill, and listening air,

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