Ae in the Irish Theosophist

"While the yellow constellations. " (untitled)

While the yellow constellations shine with pale and tender glory, / In the lilac-scented stillness, let us listen to Earth's story. / All the flow'rs like moths a-flutter glimmer rich with dusky hues, / Everywhere around us seem to fall from nowhere the sweet dews. / Through the drowsy lull, the murmur, stir of leaf and sleep hum / We can feel a gay heart beating, hear a magic singing come. / Ah, I think that as we linger lighting at Earth's olden fire / Fitful gleams in clay that perish, little sparks that soon expire, / So the mother brims her gladness from a life beyond her own, / From whose darkness as a fountain up the fiery days are thrown / Starry worlds which wheel in splendour, sunny systems, histories, / Vast and nebulous traditions told in the eternities: / And our list'ning mother whispers through her children all the story: / Come, the yellow constellations shine with pale and tender glory!