To starry dynasties,

But, looking far where now the silence owns

And rules from empty thrones,

Thou seest the enchanted halls of heaven burn

For joy at our return.

Thy tender kiss hath memory we are kings

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For all our wanderings.

Thy shining eyes already see the after

In hidden light and laughter.

THE BURNING GLASS

A shaft of fire that falls like dew,

And melts and maddens all my blood,

From out thy spirit flashes through

The burning glass of womanhood.

Only so far; here must I stay:

Nearer I miss the light, the fire:

I must endure the torturing ray,

And, with all beauty, all desire.

Ah, time-long must the effort be,

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