High Falcon & Other Poems/Twilit Revelation

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TWILIT REVELATION
This hour was set the time for heaven's descent,Come drooping toward us on the heavy air,The sky, that's heaven's seat, above us bent,Blue faint as violet ash, you near me thereIn nether space, so drenched in goblin blueI could touch Hesperus as soon as you.
Now I perceive you, lapped in singling light,Washed by that blue which sucks whole planets in,And hung like those top jewels of the nightA mournful gold too high for love to win.And you, poor brief, poor melting star, you seemHalf sunk and half to brighten in that stream.
And these rich-bodied hours of our delightShow like a mothwing's substance when the fallOf confine-loosing, blue, unending nightExtracts the spirit of this temporal.So space can pierce the crevice wide betweenFast hearts, skies deep descended intervene.
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