Headlong, stayless, thou wilt fall
Into yonder glowing ball!’
‘Beggar of the universe,
Faithless as an empty purse!
Sent abroad to cool and tame,
Think’st I fear my native flame?’
‘If thou never on thy track
Turn thee round and hie thee back,
Thou wilt wander evermore,
Outcast, cold-a comet hoar!’
‘While I sweep my ring along
In an air of joyous song,
Thou art drifting, heart awry,
From the sun of liberty!’
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