  What shadow winnowed through the skies And paused on Earth’s grey rim? The stars ran to their windows To catch a glimpse of Him. One in his haste fell foremost, A sudden splash of flame— Ah! eager little Asteroid Thy folly was thy aim! Oh! ye who stretch forth sturdy hands To stay Art’s toppling Ark, Though you have saved the cherubim, Receive your meed of Dark. |
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