To a Lady, XLII

And wonder seem’d their high employ Forever, in their homes of joy; These are thy works—the endless song Forever roll’d those worlds along. And now they came, to worship flying, From stars beyond old Saturn lying; From far they came, all homeward winging, And ever on their journey singing, And trooping to their homes again From realms beyond our utmost ken, Legions on legions—from the coasts Of all thine empire, Lord of Hosts!