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The four wide winds of evening have their stars, / Fashioned in fire, in purity of snow, / Tossed to their height by endless avatars -- / These all the righteous know.
What of the stars of Hades? On the gloom / The outcast see them shine like angels' eyes, / And in the living night that is their tomb / They dream of Paradise.