A STAR COMES SINGING
An unquiet tremor shakes the emptiness,
A thin sound is born, and swells in stature
Until it is thunderous.
A thin sound is born, and swells in stature
Until it is thunderous.
Now up the empty highroad of the suns
A sight—a faint and nebulous shimmer,
Clearing, growing into a huge and pallid moon,
Like a silver eye onrushing in the darkness,
Lit by its tiny cindery sun.
A sight—a faint and nebulous shimmer,
Clearing, growing into a huge and pallid moon,
Like a silver eye onrushing in the darkness,
Lit by its tiny cindery sun.
The sound grows vaster, heaven-filling.
The winds awake, pealing their hollow trumpeting,
Dizzying the senses.
Nearer and nearer the wheeling globe,
Sea flecked and hill roughened, dimpled with valleys,
Trailing its scarf of misty air.
The winds awake, pealing their hollow trumpeting,
Dizzying the senses.
Nearer and nearer the wheeling globe,
Sea flecked and hill roughened, dimpled with valleys,
Trailing its scarf of misty air.
It is here!
With a noise like a thousand cities falling together.
With a noise like a thousand cities falling together.
III.
Faces
As its huge bulk towers in passing
Faces peer from it, endlessly, endlessly,
Faces peer from it, endlessly, endlessly,
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