Twilight of amethyst, amid

Thy few strange stars that lit the heights,

Where was the secret spirit hid?

Where was Thy place, O Light of Lights?

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The flame of Beauty far in space—

Where rose the fire: in thee? in me?

Which bowed the elemental race

To adoration silently?

SYMBOLISM

Now when the spirit in us wakes and broods,

Filled with home yearnings, drowsily it flings

From its deep heart high dreams and mystic moods,

Mixed with the memory of the loved earth things;

Clothing the vast with a familiar face;

Reaching its right hand forth to greet the starry race.

Wondrously near and clear the great warm fires

Stare from the blue; so shows the cottage light

To the field labourer whose heart desires

The old folk by the nook, the welcome bright

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