OH, do not tell me the heavens as well are a
wheel.
For every
revolution of the earth around the sun
is a footstep onwards, onwards, we know not
whither
and we do
not care,
but a step
onwards in untraveiled space,
for the earth, like the sun, is a
wanderer.
Their
going round each time is a step
onwards, we know not whither,
but onwards, onwards, for the
heavens are wandering
the moon and the earth, the sun, Saturn and
Betelgeuse, Vega
and
Sirius and Altair
they wander their strange and different ways in heaven
past Venus and Uranus and the
signs.
For life is a wandering, we know not whither, but going.
Only the wheel goes round, but it never
wanders.
It stays on
its hub.