A Plummet Of The Changing Universe, Far-Cast, I Flare Through Gulfs The Sun'S Uncharted Orbits Bind, And Spaces Bare That Intermediate Darks Immerse By Road Of Sun Nor World Confined. Upon My Star-Undominated Gyre I Mark The Systems Vanish One By One; Among The Swarming Worlds I Lunge, And Sudden Plunge Close To The Zones Of Solar Fire; Or 'Mid The Mighty Wrack Of Stars Undone, Flash, And With Momentary Rays Compel The Dark To Yield Their Aimless Forms, Whose Once Far-Potent Blaze In Ashes Chill Is Now Inurned. A Space Revealed, I See Their Planets Turned, Where Holders Of The Heritage Of Breath Exultant Rose, And Sank To Barren Death Beneath The Stars' Unheeding Eyes. Adown Contiguous Skies I Pass The Thickening Brume Of Systems Yet Unshaped, That Hang Immense Along Mysterious Shores Of Gloom; Or See - Unimplicated In Their Doom - The Final And Disastrous Gyre Of Blinded Suns That Meet, And From Their Mingled Heat, And Battle-Clouds Intense, O'Erspread The Deep With Fire. Through Stellar Labyrinths I Thrid Mine Orbit Placed Amid The Multiple And Irised Stars, Or Hid, Unsolved And Intricate, In Many A Planet-Swinging Sun'S Estate. Ofttimes I Steal In Solitary Flight Along The Rim Of The Exterior Night That Grips The Universe; And Then Return, Past Outer Footholds Of Sidereal Light, To Where The Systems Gather And Disperse; And Dip Again Into The Web Of Things, To Watch It Shift And Burn, Hearted With Stars. On Peaceless Wings I Pierce, Where Deep-Outstripping All Surmise, The Nether Heavens Drop Unsunned, By Stars And Planets Shunned. And Then I Rise Through Vaulting Gloom, To Watch The Dark Snatch At The Flame Of Failing Suns; Or Mark The Heavy-Dusked And Silent Skies, Strewn Thick With Wrecked And Broken Stars, Where Many A Fated Orbit Runs. An Arrow Sped From Some Eternal Bow, Through Change Of Firmaments And Systems Sent, And Finding Bourn Nor Bars, I Flee, Nor Know For What Eternal Mark My Flight Is Meant.