When twilight comes and with it my fair star
Flashes her variant scarlet blue and gold,
Assured am I the half has not been told,
And seems my soul to pass the utmost bar
That holds us ever from the things that are.
Here are my mystic lights and I am bold;
For know I not the truth as known of old?
And is not this the Truth no time can mar?

Is not this radiance the sign of Him
Whose power holds sway in the most ancient skies
Whose whisper reaches to the outmost rim
Of starry dream, and infinitely flies
Into the timeless dark? Never grows dim
This wonder-light from skyey Paradise!