There are crystal-flame worlds to conquer;
There are kingdoms no king has dreamed;
For stars are worlds without number--
Forested ... peopled ... streamed.
Men who resemble earthlings
Will someday meet you in space--
Not forms into humans evolving,
But men with the Gods' own grace.
The sky with its crowds of planets
Is yours, O youth! Let your veins
Be plunged with adventure's fire--
Dare! Grasp the cosmic reins
And from planet to planet space-travel!
Till then, though the distance be far,
You can saddle the tail of a comet
And lasso a shooting star.
