And the heavens grow dim.
See, in the soft gloaming the stars steal forth into sight,
Till over the dun Earth-plain broods the deep blue vault
Of the jeweled night.
They are there, dear hearts; each one of our Star Folk blest
Faithful and motionless stands, borne on by the firmament’s
Ceaseless roll to the West.
They listen, they wait, expectant. For what? In the vast,
Deep hush of the night their heart-beats throb in the stars.
At last,—