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The Zodiacal Light
Strange light, long lingering in the west,
With its pale saffron glow!
In vain thy origin we seek,
Or mystery strive to know.
With its pale saffron glow!
In vain thy origin we seek,
Or mystery strive to know.
Unlike the noonday's dazzling beams,
Or sunset's colors bright,
Or the moon's faint, reflected rays,
Or the stars' silvery light;
Or sunset's colors bright,
Or the moon's faint, reflected rays,
Or the stars' silvery light;
Art thou a radiance from the earth?
Corona of the sun?
Or light of meteor's golden band,
Which round the globe doth run?
Corona of the sun?
Or light of meteor's golden band,
Which round the globe doth run?
We know not whence the radiant glow,
That fills us with delight;
On which, admiring, oft we gaze
Till fading into night!
That fills us with delight;
On which, admiring, oft we gaze
Till fading into night!
A light, whose mystery allures
The thoughtful, musing mind;
And leads it on in wonder, awe,
The hidden cause to find.
The thoughtful, musing mind;
And leads it on in wonder, awe,
The hidden cause to find.
Poem No. 443; c. 28 March 1879
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