Sunset on the Spire

 All that I dream 
By day or night 
Lives in that stream 
Of lovely light.
 
Here is the earth, 
And there is the spire; 
This is my hearth, 
And that is my fire.
 
From the sun's dome 
I am shouted proof 
That this is my home, 
And that is my roof.
 
Here is my food, 
And here is my drink, 
And I am wooed 
From the moon's brink.
 
And the days go over, 
And the nights end; 
Here is my lover, 
Here is my friend.
 
All that I 
Can ever ask 
Wears that sky 
Like a thin gold mask.

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