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Dusk wraps the village in its dim caress; / Each chimney's vapour, like a thin grey rod, / Mounting aloft through miles of quietness, / Pillars the skies of God.
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.