I Am Here

I am here, my consuming- bliss!

The faithful pilgrim to thy tomb,
I came to ask what didst thou dream

This first night in thy grave's dark room?

Oh! I had a most gruesome dream,
The earth, chased by a wrathful sun

Tried to escape the hot pursuit;
Swift is the hunt, swift is the run.
Xow down, now up, up to the stars!
Xow forward into moundless space!
All of the worlds, — upset, confused, —
Onward to their destruction race.
And still the sun pursues the earth,
In vain! Xow as through space they fly,
The sun pulls with his iron hand
A dreadful comet from the sky
And hurls it at the fleeing earth.
It hit my heart. The pain it gave
Though awful, still was naught to that

I feel when I am near thv grave.