Dusk wraps the village in its dim caress;

Each chimney's vapour, like a thin grey rod,

Mounting aloft through miles of quietness,

Pillars the skies of God.

Far up they break or seem to break their line,

Mingling their nebulous crests that bow and nod

Under the light of those fierce stars that shine

Out of the calm of God.

Only in clouds and dreams I felt those souls

In the abyss, each fire hid in its clod,

From which in clouds and dreams the spirit rolls

Into the vast of God.

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NIGHT

Heart-hidden from the outer things I rose;

The spirit woke anew in nightly birth

Unto the vastness where forever glows

The star-soul of the earth.

There all alone in primal ecstasy,

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