Far-Off

How quietly the night goes gliding by; How peacefully the might of it doth fill. There's not a star up in the far dark sky But fiery, gleams, and yet is calm and still. An ocean of sweet grass flows around The houses on the dimlit street. Some far- Off bird cheeps, then goes to sleep. She found In dreams, perhaps, some higher birdlike star And waking, saw, but knew she dreamed too far. Yet every height was in her leap-star sound. I hold her voice; the daring of its bliss Stirs through my spirit all that I have yearned For in my blown-out past, and, as I will, The inner wick of dream to flame is turned.