Lighted windows of narrow rooms,
There were scant rays,
There, where people cherish and remember the lonely
Kingdom of Heaven keys.
At this hour, and thou hast gone to Vespers,
His thoughtful and rigorous keeping the dream.
At sunset, the evening raised the curtain,
Opening the action of fire.
So, like me, sink in the heavenly, indifferent look
Could not nobody, free, believe me!
Someone affectionate scattered golden strands,
Beam penetrated the invisible door.
AND, embarked on a series of steps ringing,
I stood transfigured on the mountain -
There, where a flock of dimly lit ghosts
He stretched out his hands to the dawn of guttering.
Autumn 1904
