  Northward the twilight thro dark drifts Of cloud-wreck lingers cold. Southward the sated lightning sinks Beneath the wooded wold. Eastward immovable deep shade Is sealed with mystery. Westward a memory of dead gold Wakes on a sunset sea. Under, is earth's still orbiting; Over, a clearing star: In all, the spirit litany Of life's strange avatar. |
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