Night falls on the lone <br />Sahara, and spark by spark <br />Arabs I have not known <br />Light fires in the dark. <br /> <br />Of the specks of ash in the smoke, <br />Which atom knows <br />From what fire it awoke, <br />Or whither it goes? <br /> <br />In the wilds of Space, in the dark, <br />Spiral nebulae <br />Twirl spark upon spark, <br />Whereof one are we. <br /> <br />Who can say for what task <br />They arose, or whither they slip? <br />And all the Spirits I ask <br />Stand, finger on lip.<br /><br />Lord Dunsany<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-285/
