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The splendor of the kindling day, / The splendor of the setting sun, / These move my soul to wend its way, / And have done / With all we grasp and toil amongst and say.
The paling roses of a cloud, / The fading bow that arches space, / These woo my fancy toward my shroud; / Toward the place / Of faces veiled, and heads discrowned and bowed.
The nation of the awful stars, / The wandering star whose blaze is brief, / These make me beat against the bars / Of my grief; / My tedious grief, twin to the life it mars.
O fretted heart tossed to and fro, / So fain to flee, so fain to rest! / All glories that are high or low, / East or west, / Grow dim to thee who art so fain to go.