XI + 

In Prison + 

I cried out for the pain of man, + 

I cried out for my bitter wrath + 

Against the hopeless life that ran + 

For ever in a circling path + 

From death to death since all began; + 

Till on a summer night + 

I lost my way in the pale starlight + 

And saw our planet, far and small, + 

Through endless depths of nothing fall + 

A lonely pin-prick spark of light, + 

Upon the wide, enfolding night, + 

With leagues on leagues of stars above it, + 

And powdered dust of stars below⁠— + 

Dead things that neither hate nor love it + 

Not even their own loveliness can know, + 

Being but cosmic dust and dead. + 

And if some tears be shed, + 

Some evil God have power, + 

Some crown of sorrow sit + 

Upon a little world for a little hour⁠— + 

Who shall remember? Who shall care for it? + 