A Novelty

Why should I care for the AgesBecause they are old and grey?To me, like sudden laughter,The stars are fresh and gay;The world is a daring fancy,And finished yesterday.

Why should I bow to the AgesBecause they were drear and dry?Slow trees and ripening meadowsFor me go roaring by,A living charge, a struggleTo escalade the sky.

The eternal suns and systems,Solid and silent all,To me are stars of an instant,Only the fires that fallFrom God's good rocket, risingOn this night of carnival.