Watch between woolly mountains
those windows of fire, that glow
like crystalline embers of snow,
and, bright from the burning fountains,
a rolling river of light!
While orbiting watchmen pass,
here grounded lamp-trees grow;
see, stars above and stars below
kiss through the darkened glass,
and earth and heaven know
no chasm as they freely flow
together in the moment’s slow
unending city of night.