CHAOS is tamed and ordered as we ride; The rock is rent, the darkness flung aside And all the horrors of the deep defied. A coil of wires, a throb, a sudden spark— And on a screaming meteor we embark That hurls us past the cold and breathless dark. The centuries disclose their secret graves— Riding in splendor through a world of waves The ancient elements become our slaves. Uncanny fancies whisper to and fro; Terror and Night surround us here below, And through the house of Death we come and go... And here, oh wildest glimpse of all, I see The score of men and women facing me Reading their papers calmly, leisurely. |