I cried out for the pain of man, br I cried out for my bitter wrath br Against the hopeless life that ran br For ever in a circling path br From death to death since all began; br Till on a summer night br I lost my way in the pale starlight br And saw our planet, far and small, br Through endless depths of nothing fall br A lonely pin-prick spark of light, br Upon the wide, enfolding night, br With leagues on leagues of stars above it, br And powdered dust of stars below— br Dead things that neither hate nor love it br Not even their own loveliness can know, br Being but cosmic dust and dead.