If Aims impel these Astral Ones The ones allowed to know Know that which makes them as forgot As Dawn forgets them now
They address an Eclipse every morning, whom they call their "Father."
I see thee better in the dark I do not need a light.
I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.
The hearts that never lean must fall.
The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.