Starfire of silver flames, lighting the dark beneath?

And what enraptured hosts burn on the dusky heath!

Come thou away with them, for Heaven to Earth is calling.

These are Earth's voice—her answer—spirits thronging.

Come to the Land of Youth: the trees grown heavy there

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Drop on the purple wave the starry fruit they bear.

Drink: the immortal waters quench the spirit's longing.

Art thou not now, bright one, all sorrow past, in elation,

Made young with joy, grown brother-hearted with the vast,

Whither thy spirit wending flits the dim stars past

Unto the Light of Lights in burning adoration.

JANUS

Image of beauty, when I gaze on thee,

Trembling I waken to a mystery,

How through one door we go to life or death

By spirit kindled or the sensual breath.

Image of beauty, when my way I go;

No single joy or sorrow do I know:

Elate for freedom leaps the starry power,

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