Late Fate

Man thinks, shakes fate;
Acts on thinking,
Fate dies blinking.
Through the ground
Man-steps sound;
Fate goes shaking
Further down.
Errs man again
For fear of men;
Fate on earth
Has death for birth;
Rises up a god on high,
Till hero man goes
Goes shooting by.
Fate’s last force
Is ghostly course:
God disappears
In man’s dead fears.
Man thinks, he sings;
The glad world rings!
Stars, once fated,
Watch, elated,
Cheered to be
Man’s destiny!

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