 | Matin Bells and Scarlet and Gold |  |
‘YET THE STAR WAS THERE.”
I took my magic glass and swept the skyAnd found the systems there, the rhythmic romp,
The centuried circuits and the measured fall
Of planets pulsing through eternity;
I marked the wonder of the woven pomp,
Wheel within wheel, and knew and loved them all.
I mapt them with a careless eye, and went
From star to star, as through his native land
The master walks and communes with his kin;
They seemed by just my purpose to be bent,
And moved in concert with my guiding hand—
But everywhere I carried my own sin.
I looked among my fellows, and I saw
The common round of common thoughts and things;
No brighter maiden and no broader man,
But dull submission to one dreary law,
Instead of hush that heralds coming kings
To mould the world with new majestic plan.
Then in a moment rushed a sudden light
Upon my glance, so dark to that which gave
A clue and utterance to the whole—as where,
In palaces of purple orient night,
The wash of seas in some far coral cave
Awakes dull eyes—and yet the star was there.
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