Dominion

Patrician overthrown,What lyric powers opposeThe dogmas you intone!You still would be of thoseWho rule by "willing"?—No.Chaos within, I say,Compels your star to glowWith fixed complacency.

When a bright star shall dance,'Twill be from lowly fires.That sting your arrogance!Among the patient choirsOf Heaven, old Earth maintainsHer meaning. Dare to callHer measure prose! Her strainsAre immemorial.

Earth gives you patronage.Yes, you, who have surpassedHer human heritageOf wisdom, the meek pastEnshrouds and swaddles. AreYou free? The Master?—Yes,—Imperial, titular;—But Earth you can't possess!——Old Earth,—old, constant Earth,In whom is dancing thoughtAnd song and endless birthOf wonder—Earth, so old,Yet still so new with yearsThat none her sway shall holdExcept the lyric seers.