Gilded dwell
Amidst the blue lights
Of the winter night:
Of the moon light
Of the star light
To us
These be given to joy
The Earth’s toy
To us her children:
A heart that joys
More than it grieves:
A heart that pines
At the red dusk
That ecstasies at the new Dawn.
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