Poetry...Sunday

Well, in absence of a poetry friday or saturday (I know, a lot of you are busy with the Chestercon), here's a poem to satisfy the weekly quota ^_^...Hopefully I'm not violation any copyright restrictions, I found it on the Project Gutenburg Online... (http://www.gutenberg.org/catalog/world/readfile?fk_files=55939&pageno=4)

Another tattered rhymster in the ring,
 With but the old plea to the sneering schools,
That on him too, some secret night in spring
 Came the old frenzy of a hundred fools

To make some thing: the old want dark and deep,
 The thirst of men, the hunger of the stars,
Since first it tinged even the Eternal's sleep,
 With monstrous dreams of trees and towns and mars.

When all He made for the first time He saw,
 Scattering stars as misers shake their pelf.
Then in the last strange wrath broke His own law,
 And made a graven image of Himself.