"Withers once more the old blue flower of day,"
as in "The Great Breath"; or at twilight, when
"Dusk wraps the village in its dim caress,"
as in "Dusk"; or at night, when
"The yellow constellations shine with pale and tender glory
In the lilac-scented stillness,"
as in "The Singing Silences"; or at sunrise, when there is
"Fire on the altar of the hills,"
as in "Dawn";—it is most often through some beauty of the sky at such times that he becomes one with the Universal Spirit in "the rapture of the fire," that he is "lost within the 'Mother's Being,'" he would say that the soul returns to the Oversoul, Emerson would There are ways by which the soul homes other than these—sometimes it is
"By the hand of a child I am led to the throne of the King."