VII.
But the great world goes onward as of old, With moon and stars and nightly gift of dew; The unwearied sun’s magnificence of gold Doth day by day renew The fainting earth, that leaps from out the cold Unto her summons true.
But the great world goes onward as of old, With moon and stars and nightly gift of dew; The unwearied sun’s magnificence of gold Doth day by day renew The fainting earth, that leaps from out the cold Unto her summons true.