Doomed by a cruel god to pine alone,
Chaste and serene, in continents of space,
I weary of gazing on the Earth's dull face,
Whose secrets since creation I have known.

I can recall the blond glow I have thrown
Where Babylon reared its grandeur and its grace,
And over pillared Karnac I can trace
Dead rays that linger on immortal stone.

But, ah! the glories of Neronian Rome
And templed Greece are sweet no more to me!
I tire of lending light to mart and dome,
And loath the palpitant splendors of the sea;
While desolate, in my star-encompassed home,
I roam forever in my white ennui .