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Between the Spheres
Published in the Agnostic Journal London, England 8 October 1904 (page 232)
Still warm from the earth, from the whirling earth, I sing; Widely-expanded, in æther I wander in awe; Drops of light, dazzling, around me I fling As I turn. I am near the hidden heart of the Law.
The passing from Earth, from Earth, my home, seems, ah So far in the darkness: scarce know I now that I dwelt Below, with dazèd brow, in that whirling star. I watch it—an emerald stone in the sun's wide belt.
And lips touch my hair—strange lips, unhuman and soft: I am among the ones I knew . . . I would sleep. . . I would sleep. No pain I know . . . now . . . but it seems that oft I could laugh and laugh . . . and then I cannot . . . I weep.
I have forgotten . . . I am afraid . . . A voice calls to me from the wide. . . . I cannot stir . . . What is it I fear? . . . The sphere widens: here is one I know. He takes me forth gently . . . I am by his side. Together we will seek . . . It is over . . . let us go.
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