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My spirit would have beauty to build its magic art / Come hither, star of evening, and dwell within my heart / Oh, twilight, fall in pearl dew, each healing drop may bring / Some image of the song the Quiet seems to sing.
My spirit would have beauty to offer at the shrine, / And turn dull earth to gold and water into wine, / And burn in fiery dreams each thought till thrice refined / It may have power to mirror the mighty Master's mind.
My spirit would have beauty to draw thee nigh, my bird.
I seek the lips that spake thee, sung thee, a starry word.
I'd breathe anew that music, and lure thee from afar, / And still thy quivering pinions at peace in thy own star.