Was Earth not proud as nature’s centerpiece
To hold her stellar court encircled bound?
But stumbled she, and gave the stars release
That left her in their fawning light uncrowned,
Alone. Each of her former subjects went
Its own direction, filling space with space
Until the whole cosmography was rent
In heaven’s ever, ever faster race.
But drifting down her lone and lonesome track,
Might she not dress herself within the black
That separates her from what once was hers
And be alone with peace, if she prefers?
Might Earth not save the trouble yet of knowing
Where all the restless stars intend on going?