I am the Lord and Master over all;
In me the essence of creation lies;
I will , and from dim chaos life will rise;
The comets at my bidding pass or fall.

I awe the timid spheres; my whims appall
The wondering stars that beautify the skies,
And the dull insect, man, who cowers and cries
Upon the earth, gives homage at my call.

But weary of my unquestioned powers I grow,
Feeling at times that I could gladly see
The worlds I have created swoon and fade,
Annihilated by a single blow;
And then again I often long to be
The lowliest worm that I have ever made!