The Nemesis Of Suns
Lo, what are these, the gyres of sun and world, Fulfilled with daylight by each toiling sun - Lo, what are these but webs of radiance spun Beneath the roof of Night, and torn or furled By Night at will? All opposite powers upwhirled Are less than chaff to this imperious one - As wind-tossed chaff, until its sport be done, Scattered, and lifted up, and downward hurled. All gyres are held within the path unspanned Of Night's aeonian compass - loosely pent As with the embrace of lethal-tightening weight; All suns are grasped within the hollow hand Of Night, the godhead sole, omnipotent, Whose other names are Nemesis and Fate.
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