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BEARDED with dewy grass the mountains thrust

BEARDED with dewy grass the mountains thrust
Their blackness high into the still grey light
Deepening to blue far up the glimmering height
In silver transience shines the starry dust.
Silent the sheep about me fleece by fleece
They sleep and stir not I with awe around
Wander uncertain o 'er the giant mound
A fire that moves between their peace and peace.
The city myriads dream or sleep below
Aloft another day has but begun
Under the radiance of the Midnight Sun
The Tree of Life put forth its leaves to grow.
Wiser than they below who dream or sleep?
I know not but their day is dream to me
And in their darkness I awake to see
A Thought that moves like light within the deep.
Only from dream to dream our spirits pass
Well let us rise and fly from sphere to sphere
Some one of all unto the light more near
Mirrors the Dreamer in its glowing glass..

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