Uprush from below the horizon; the heavens are alive—
Filled with splendor the night!
What do the Star People see that is hid from our eyes,
Where the ramparts of hills rise black in the North
’Gainst the flame of the skies?
Ranks beyond ranks of radiant Spirits! They stand
In dazzling circles;—a golden censer swinging
From each one’s hand.
From the Shining Ones’ censers, soft swinging, there float and ascend
Streams of pure radiance; and one with their rhythm, the deep