I look up. In the windy height
The lone orb, serene and afar,
Shakes with excess of her light....
Beauty, be thou my star!
VI.—THE FULL HEART
Alone on the shore in the pause of the night-time
I stand and I hear the long wind blow light;
I view the constellations quietly, quietly burning;
I hear the wave fall in the hush of the night.
Long after I am dead, ended this bitter journey,
Many another whose heart holds no light
Shall your solemn sweetness, hush, awe, and comfort,
O my companions, Wind, Waters, Stars, and Night.
Near Gold Cap,
1916.