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The Feast of Age

 SEE where the light streams over Connla’s fountain
 Starward aspire!
The sacred sign upon the holy mountain
 Shines in white fire:
Wavering and flaming yonder o’er the snows
 The diamond light
Melts into silver or to sapphire glows,
 Night beyond night:
And from the heaven of heaven descends on earth
 A dew divine.
Come, let us mingle in the starry mirth
 Around the shrine.
O earth, enchantress, mother, to our home
 In thee we press,
Thrilled by thy fiery breath and wrapt in some
 Vast tenderness.
The homeward birds, uncertain o’er their nest
 Wheel in the dome,
Fraught with dim dreams of more enraptured rest,
 Another home.
But gather ye, to whose undarkened eyes
 Night is as day,
Leap forth, immortals, birds of paradise,
 In bright array,
Robed like the shining tresses of the sun,
 And by his name
Call from his haunt divine the ancient one,
 Our father flame.
Aye, from the wonder light, heart of our star,
 Come now, come now.
Sun-breathing spirit, ray thy lights afar:
 Thy children bow,
Hush with more awe the heart; the bright-browed races
 Are nothing worth,
By those dread gods from out whose awful faces
 The earth looks forth
Infinite pity set in calm, whose vision cast
 Adown the years
Beholds how beauty burns away at last
 Their children’s tears.
Now while our hearts the ancient quietness
 Floods with its tide,
The things of air and fire and height no less
 In it abide;
And from their wanderings over sea and shore
 They rise as one
Unto the vastness, and with us adore
 The midnight sun,
And enter the innumerable All
 And shine like gold,
And starlike gleam in the immortal’s hall,
 The heavenly fold,
And drink the sun-breaths from the mother’s lips
 Awhile, and then
Fail from the light and drop in dark eclipse
 To earth again,
Roaming along by heaven-hid promontory
 And valley dim,
Weaving a phantom image of the glory
 They knew in Him.
Out of the fulness flow the winds, their song
 Is heard no more,
Or hardly breathes a mystic sound along
 The dreamy shore,
Blindly they move, unknowing as in trance;
 Their wandering
Is half with us, and half an inner dance,
 Led by the King.






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