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| WHERE we sat at dawn together, while the star-rich heavens shifted, | |
| We were weaving dreams in silence, suddenly the veil was lifted. | |
| By a hand of fire awakened, in a moment caught and led | |
| Upward to the heaven of heavens—through the star-mists overhead | |
| Flare and flaunt the monstrous highlands; on the sapphire coast of night | 5 |
| Fall the ghostly froth and fringes of the ocean of the light. | |
| Many coloured shine the vapours: to the moon-eye far away | |
| ’Tis the fairy ring of twilight, mid the spheres of night and day, | |
| Girdling with a rainbow cincture round the planet where we go, | |
| We and it together fleeting, poised upon the pearly glow; | 10 |
| We and it and all together flashing through the starry spaces | |
| In a tempest dream of beauty lighting up the face of faces. | |
| Half our eyes behold the glory; half within the spirit’s glow | |
| Echoes of the noiseless revels and the will of Beauty go. | |
| By a hand of fire uplifted—to her star-strewn palace brought, | 15 |
| To the mystic heart of beauty and the secret of her thought: | |
| Here of yore the ancient Mother in the fire mists sank to rest, | |
| And she built her dreams about her, rayed from out her burning breast: | |
| Here the wild will woke within her lighting up her flying dreams, | |
| Round and round the planets whirling break in woods and flowers and streams, | 20 |
| And the winds are shaken from them as the leaves from off the rose, | |
| And the feet of earth go dancing in the way that beauty goes, | |
| And the souls of earth are kindled by the incense of her breath | |
| As her light alternate lures them through the gates of birth and death. | |
| O’er the fields of space together following her flying traces, | 25 |
| In a radiant tumult thronging, suns and stars and myriad races | |
| Mount the spirit spires of beauty, reaching onward to the day | |
| When the Shepherd of the Ages draws his misty hordes away | |
| Through the glimmering deeps to silence, and within the awful fold | |
| Life and joy and love forever vanish as a tale is told, | 30 |
| Lost within the Mother’s being. So the vision flamed and fled, | |
| And before the glory fallen every other dream lay dead. | |
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