I caught the glory of His robe
Where the last flowers of sunset burned.
Back to the world with quickening start
I looked and longed for any part
In making saving Beauty be . . . .
And from that kindling ecstasy
I knew God dwelt within my heart.
Of the manuscript poems belonging to this fourth period, I may merely mention the titles, as, for instance, Wa-wa, a mystical interpretation of the wild-goose honk, The Truce of the Manitou, and, above all, Shamballah, which is the perfection of Carman’s mystical interpretations—a poem of
The City under the Star,
Where the Sons of the Fire-Mist gather,