Revelation

Careless of death, we stand

Who have seen wings and faces suddenly from flame,

And heard the stars

In sibilating undertone proclaim

The rhythm of the life of man;

Careless of years,

Who have watched lifting stars grow dim,

And known the sudden veiling of the skies

To brush the web of fancy from our eyes.

We have seen Time defeated,

And the roll

Of his swift circles merge as endlessly

As life and death into the vast of years.

The minute passed,

The ebb tide and the flood;

And even immortality itself, grown clear,

With the great angels standing wing on wing

Amazed to see

Our sudden knowledge of Eternity.