I towered far, and lo! I stood within
  The presence of the Lord Most High,
Sent thither by the sons of earth, to win
  Some answer to their cry.

  --"The Earth, say'st thou? The Human race?
  By Me created? Sad its lot?
Nay: I have no remembrance of such place:
  Such world I fashioned not." -

  --"O Lord, forgive me when I say
  Thou spak'st the word, and mad'st it all." -
"The Earth of men--let me bethink me . . . Yea!
  I dimly do recall

  "Some tiny sphere I built long back
  (Mid millions of such shapes of mine)
So named . . . It perished, surely--not a wrack
  Remaining, or a sign?

  "It lost my interest from the first,
  My aims therefor succeeding ill;
Haply it died of doing as it durst?" -
  "Lord, it existeth still." -

  "Dark, then, its life! For not a cry
  Of aught it bears do I now hear;
Of its own act the threads were snapt whereby
  Its plaints had reached mine ear.

  "It used to ask for gifts of good,
  Till came its severance self-entailed,
When sudden silence on that side ensued,
  And has till now prevailed.

  "All other orbs have kept in touch;
  Their voicings reach me speedily:
Thy people took upon them overmuch
  In sundering them from me!

  "And it is strange--though sad enough -
  Earth's race should think that one whose call
Frames, daily, shining spheres of flawless stuff
  Must heed their tainted ball! . . .

  "But say'st thou 'tis by pangs distraught,
  And strife, and silent suffering? -
Deep grieved am I that injury should be wrought
  Even on so poor a thing!

  "Thou should'st have learnt that Not to Mend
  For Me could mean but Not to Know:
Hence, Messengers! and straightway put an end
  To what men undergo." . . .

  Homing at dawn, I thought to see
  One of the Messengers standing by.
- Oh, childish thought! . . . Yet oft it comes to me
  When trouble hovers nigh.

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