In the heavenly starlight of rolling spheres fullness,
On top of soft hills wonder, that rests on grassy fields,
We float around the houses, in the undulating likeness
Of beings whose time has past, of roving shadows cast
In rings we join the cauldron of endless flickering prisms,
We look in through the windows, infinity is our lineaments,
With the gates of mirth before us, the gates of mirth behind us,
Futures left glad behind, we know not where to wander.
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