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Orion

HOW oft I’ve watched thee from the garden croft,

In silence, when the busy day was done,

Shining with wondrous brilliancy aloft,

And flickering like a casement ’gainst the sun!

I’ve seen thee soar from out some snowy cloud,

Which held the frozen breath of land and sea,

Yet broke and severed as the wind grew loud—

But earth-bound winds could not dismember thee,

Nor shake thy frame of jewels: I have guessed

At thy strange shape and function, haply felt

The charm of that old myth about thy belt

And sword; but most, my spirit was possessed

By His great Presence, who is never far

From his light-bearers, whether man or star.