When all the stars become a Memory by Joseph Plunkett

When all the stars become a memory

Hid in the heart of heaven; when the sun

At last is resting from his weary run

Sinking to glorious silence in the sea

Of God’s own glory: when the immensity

Of Nature’s universe its fate has won

And its reward: when death to death is done

And deathless Being’s all that is to be–

Your praise shall ‘scape the grinding of the mills:

My songs shall live to drive their blinding cars

Through fiery apocalypse to Heaven’s bars!

When God’s loosed might the prophet’s word fulfils,

My songs shall see the ruin of the hills,

My songs shall sing the dirges of the stars.