TO A COMET.
O thou uncanny, fearful thing!A flaming sword art thou;Thou may’st be sent by demon’s handAmong the stars to plough.Thou’st travelled on for many years,And still must travel on.Thy master’s bidding thou must doUntil the victory’s won.Sometime perhaps thy anger fierceNo more will burn in wrath.Thou’lt gently fall upon the earth,Leave blessings in thy path.Thou art a mystery now to us,Thy life may bedivine—Although it seems that demons blackHath part in life like thine.
O thou uncanny, fearful thing!A flaming sword art thou;Thou may’st be sent by demon’s handAmong the stars to plough.Thou’st travelled on for many years,And still must travel on.Thy master’s bidding thou must doUntil the victory’s won.Sometime perhaps thy anger fierceNo more will burn in wrath.Thou’lt gently fall upon the earth,Leave blessings in thy path.Thou art a mystery now to us,Thy life may bedivine—Although it seems that demons blackHath part in life like thine.