Unnamed poem from the book "The New Adam"

I am the planet eremite,
The gaunt repulsor of the light
That falls like icy rain at night.
From frigid stars and moons a-cold.
Ye have not seen a world like this -
The blank and oceanless abyss,
The nameless pit and precipice,
The mountain very bleak and old.
Yet ah - my silence murmereth!
Oh inner orbs, ye have not heard
That stillness where there is no death
Because no life hath ever stirred!
"But here God's very name is dead!"
Wept Heaven's mighty myriarch,
Then trembling, turned away and fled
For something gibbered in the dark!

Stanley G. Weinbaum 1937