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Oh, the sudden wings arising from the ploughed fields brown / Showered aloft in spray of song the wildbird twitter floats / O'er the unseen fount awhile, and then comes dropping down / Nigh the cool brown earth to hush enraptured notes.
Far within a dome of trembling opal throbs the fire, / Mistily its rain of diamond lances shed below / Touches eyes and brows and faces lit with wild desire / For the burning silence whither we would go.
Heart, O heart, once more it is the ancient joy of earth / Breathes in thee and flings the wild wings sunward to the dome / To the light where all the Children of the Fire had birth / Though our hearts and footsteps wander far from home.