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Still as the holy of holies breathes the vast / Within its crystal depths the stars grow dim; / Fire on the altar of the hills at last / Burns on the shadowy rim.
Moments that holds all moments; white upon / The verge it trembles; then like mists of flowers / Break from the fairy fountain of the dawn / The hues of many hours.
Thrown downward from that high companionship / Of dreaming inmost heart with inmost heart, / Into the common daily ways I slip, / My fire from theirs apart.