Lights of infinite pity star the grey dusk of our days:

Surely here is soul: with it we have eternal breath:

In the fire of love we live, or pass by many ways,

By unnumbered ways of dream to death.

THE HERMIT

Now the quietude of earth

Nestles deep my heart within;

Friendships new and strange have birth

Since I left the city's din.

Here the tempest stays its guile,

Like a big kind brother plays,

Romps and pauses here awhile

From its immemorial ways.

Now the silver light of dawn

Slipping through the leaves that fleck

My one window, hurries on,

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Throws its arms around my neck.

Darkness to my doorway hies,

Lays her chin upon the roof,

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