Here you will find the Poem Aeropagus of poet Edith Wharton
WHERE suns chase suns in rhythmic dance, Where seeds are springing from the dust, Where mind sways mind with spirit-glance, High court is held, and law is just. No hill alone, a sovereign bar; Through space the fiery sparks are whirled That draw and cling, and shape a star, - That burn and cool, and form a world Whose hidden forces hear a voice That leads them by a perfect plan: 'Obey,' it cries, 'with steadfast choice, Law shall complete what law began. 'Refuse, - behold the broken arc, The sky of all its stars despoiled; The new germ smothered in the dark, The snow-pure soul with sin assoiled.' The voice still saith, 'While atoms weave Both world and soul for utmost joy, Who sins must suffer, - no reprieve; The law that quickens must destroy.'
