Far up they break or seem to break their line,
    Mingling their nebulous crests that bow and nod
    Under the light of those fierce stars that shine
        Out of the calm of God.

    Only in clouds and dreams I felt those souls
    In the abyss, each fire hid in its clod,
    From which in clouds and dreams the spirit rolls
        Into the vast of God.

NIGHT

    Heart-hidden from the outer things I rose;
    The spirit woke anew in nightly birth
    Unto the vastness where forever glows
        The star-soul of the earth.

    There all alone in primal ecstasy,
    Within her depths where revels never tire,
    The Olden Beauty shines:  each thought of me
        Is veined through with its fire.

    And all my thoughts are throngs of living souls;
    They breathe in me, heart unto heart allied;
    Their joy undimmed, though when the morning tolls
        The planets may divide.

DAWN

    Still as the holy of holies breathes the vast
    Within its crystal depths the stars grow dim;
    Fire on the altar of the hills at last
        Burns on the shadowy rim.

    Moments that holds all moments; white upon
    The verge it trembles; then like mists of flowers
    Break from the fairy fountain of the dawn
        The hues of many hours.

    Thrown downward from that high companionship
    Of dreaming inmost heart with inmost heart,
    Into the common daily ways I slip,
        My fire from theirs apart.

DAY

    In day from some titanic past it seems
    As if a thread divine of memory runs;
    Born ere the Mighty One began his dreams,
        Or yet were stars and suns.

    But here an iron will has fixed the bars;
    Forgetfulness falls on earth’s myriad races: 
    No image of the proud and morning stars
        Looks at us from their faces.

    Yet yearning still to reach to those dim heights,
    Each dream remembered is a burning-glass,
    Where through to darkness from the Light of Lights
        Its rays in splendour pass.

DANA

    I am the tender voice calling ‘Away,’
    Whispering between the beatings of the heart,
    And inaccessible in dewy eyes
    I dwell, and all unkissed on lovely lips,
    Lingering between white breasts inviolate,
    And fleeting ever from the passionate touch,
    I shine afar, till men may not divine
    Whether it is the stars or the beloved
    They follow with wrapt spirit.  And I weave
    My spells at evening, folding with dim caress,
    Aerial arms and twilight dropping hair,
    The lonely wanderer by wood or shore,
    Till, filled with some deep