Teased at the corners of them, until he looked,
And felt his body go suddenly small and light;
Felt his brain float off like a dwindling vapor;
And heard a whistle of wind, and saw a tree
Come plunging up to him, and thought to himself,
‘By God—I’m done for now; the dream was right....’
MIRACLES
Twilight is spacious, near things in it seem far,
And distant things seem near.
Now in the green west hangs a yellow star.