Show on the sixth day the worlds had lain in an age lone lonc dream while steadily to and fro with a force repressed till it seemed loce like rest the powers were heaving blow slow and the sentient fluttering life ot of thing things like a spark when the currents meet had sprung youth strong from the tra vail vall long and creation seemed corn com but a nameless want that was past en n dure shadow like darkened all and the horror tense of a keen suspense held the pulse of the whole in thrall and nature bloomed like a summer bria bride in the joy of her new won grace but great dumb fear of a wonder near swept the beauty from her face lo 10 still 1 the bush hush of a million world worlds was piercing as a flame fiame the life wide breath wag was clutched like death and then the moment came 0 lips infirm that strive to speak what never a mortal can the eternal now touched a shaggy brow and the beast looked up a man mani century |