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Theodore Stephanides
Worlds Unknown
I look on London, and a haze
Of dizziness invades my mind
To think that this congested maze
And every hive of humankind
Cannot be a unique and alone.
The hundred thousand million suns
In one coiled Galaxy, our own,
Make up a multitude that stuns
All reckoning. Among that press
There must be many planets strange
Where Life in fair though alien dress
Has climbed to sublimer range
Than we have yet achieved. The skies
Must know far worlds where Soul and Brain
Are leagued in Faith and Enterprise
The highest peaks of Joy to gain.
Perhaps they view our Sun from there,
A faint and twinkling point of light —
Pray God they never see the flare
Of man-made Nova pierce their night!
(from "The Golden face", 1965)
Worlds Unknown
I look on London, and a haze
Of dizziness invades my mind
To think that this congested maze
And every hive of humankind
Cannot be a unique and alone.
The hundred thousand million suns
In one coiled Galaxy, our own,
Make up a multitude that stuns
All reckoning. Among that press
There must be many planets strange
Where Life in fair though alien dress
Has climbed to sublimer range
Than we have yet achieved. The skies
Must know far worlds where Soul and Brain
Are leagued in Faith and Enterprise
The highest peaks of Joy to gain.
Perhaps they view our Sun from there,
A faint and twinkling point of light —
Pray God they never see the flare
Of man-made Nova pierce their night!
(from "The Golden face", 1965)