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Out on the night they glimmer, Island houses, / Casements of orange lustre on the moors; / Dune-hidden panes where winter sea carouses / Shine on the roads that wind past farmhouse doors.
The Island windows gleam, and all the sorrow / Of human life is lanterned into Dream; / The fishers' huts are splashed, the grey shacks borrow / Red from the sun and weltered moonlight gleam.
Out on the dark, gold patches on the stable, / Light-stippled wharves; ruby and malachite; / Sharp, slanting roofs with witchlike peak and gable, / Plaqued in warm squares of ruddy window light.
Thin blocks of amber in the misty weather, / Oblongs of white translucence on the down; / Dim, tawny lights beyond pine hidden heather, / Clear coastward lights fringing the steepled town.
The grey owl flaps across the heaving hollow, / The chimneyed house sinks in the commons' wave; / The cottage lights a hundred starlights follow, / The Island windows shine... the road is brave!