The Sun Around Her Views All Orbiting

The sun around her views all orbiting The various planets of our system Made. To-night They will be orbiting And we On our side of the earth see the stars The others see a view different: But so phenomena work So the Principles of the mass universe Though relative to proportion bend Their knees, always propense. We We humans, as we are, to-day Consider ourselves as the evolved Of the past days, and better, Higher to the clouds and Heavens, higher to Jove And the Olympian Gods, More fit than previous centuries To be Nearer the tables of the God themselves. We We humans consider so, so ourselves. Amidst this earth rise high in glory And pleasant living the rich and Powerful: for them suffering is Relative. The rest of the human herd Is bound to suffering; for it Days are always of black nights And no new dawn Arises on horizons in each day: But the same grueling dark of night And sufferings. Is this great gods, Justice? We, We boasters of democracy, of Order international, law international Allow all this: we know, know well For our means of knowledge are Refined more than in other days: Yet, we, the self-named sons of Democracy allow all this and pass And smile. So bound in this evolution of ours We tie chains international Now Now yes, not just in States Isolated here and there and Interspersed with small areas Where freedom at least relative still Reigns. Now In the dwindling light of the old Ancient stars we lurk With ghosts and shrouds and Better do, if we with them At least our souls arise With them lament and roam About the streets and cities At night. Then sleep in our cozy beds And dream and smile. You see, my Monsignor, There is but little, little, And that relative, to smile. Our civilizations grow and yet is Stale somewhere. O cut the chains! The glittering blindness of gold And wealth and lands and power Wise human forego: Arise! With evolution to these Limits too. And you, And you, You, my mother, who passed The last days breathing, Nay last years, Here in poverty’s miseries And In the throes of saintly sufferings In you Mother I see how should heal, The medicine for our earth is But In your last years breathing here: O human be advised and wisdom hear. The ghosts lament and the shrouds Too lament In their own language And in any case Their lament is so low So like bird humming: Wise Poet-Seers will indicate What lament ghosts and shrouds Nocturnal make of late. We are fallen too low, Relatively, Or put in as in other words Not raised so high as we Picture ourselves in our revelry That we in evolution move so fast: The first of lesson be more humble Too; the next more earnest; then Shed all The chains of power and wealth and Steel your souls with ancient virtue Such as Rome and Greece In their own days heroic demonstrate: Then Humans going back that way, We forward go.