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SPACE.

No mortal thought's divinest flight
Has pierced the mystery of my might.
Incalculably I transgress
The boundaries of all consciousness.
I watch in calm no tremor mars,
Creation storm me with her stars.
Armies of shining worlds in vain
With tireless courage dare my reign.
Defiance and enmity they fling
The phantom challenges I bring.
Still obdurate, they seek to whelm
My hollow indomitable realm.
They feel not, by gross pride upborne,
My cold profundities of scorn.

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They see not that like one grand gem,
While reachlessly aloof from them,
I wear, with sovereign soul at rest,
The Universe upon my breast!