Come back, Little Katharines, still for a time to our glamour-world, Ere our ship’s prow touches the daylight shore,
And her sails are furled.
The sun has gone on his way o’er the mountain’s rim;
The mighty Earth-shadow creeps slowly up from the East,
And the heavens grow dim.
See, in the soft gloaming the stars steal forth into sight,
Till over the dun Earth-plain broods the deep blue vault
Of the jeweled night.
They are there, dear hearts; each one of our Star Folk blest
Faithful and motionless stands, borne on by the firmament’s
Ceaseless roll to the West.
They listen, they wait, expectant. For what? In the vast,
Deep hush of the night their heart-beats throb in the stars.
At last,—
In the Northern heavens a gleam of wavering light
Floats upward—dies. Then again—pulsing up, ever stronger,
More bright.
With the first, faint gleam, a shadow of sound—a sigh
As a breath over harp-strings—sets trembling the stars
As it passes through Earth and Sky.
(Too fine for our bodily ears, little sisters, but clear
231To the blessed to whom all beauty is one. Only look;
You shall hear!)
Fuller toned now, and deeper, as broadening pennons of light
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............