He Who Shuns the Light

My pathos soon thy laughter would awake 
Hadst thou the laughing mood not long forsworn 
Of suns and worlds I have nothing to say 
I see alone mankind's self-torturing pains 
The little world-god the self-same stamp retains 
And is as wondrous now as on the primal day 
Better he might have fared, poor wight 
Hadst thou not given him a gleam of heav'nly light