Faintly we echo--like this spake the Shadow and like this the Glory.

The Shadow

Who art thou, O Glory,
    In flame from the deep,
Where stars chant their story,
    Why trouble my sleep?

I hardly had rested,
    My dreams wither now:
Why comest thou crested
    And gemmed on they brow?


The Glory

Up, Shadow, and follow
    The way I will show;
The blue gleaming hollow
    To-night we will know,

And rise mid the vast to
    The fountain of days;
From whence we had pass to
    The parting of ways.


The Shadow

I know thee, O Glory:
    Thine eyes and thy brow
With white fire all hoary
    Come back to me now.

Together we wandered
    In ages agone;
Our thoughts as we pondered
    Were stars at the dawn.

The glory has dwindled,
    My azure and gold:
Yet you keep enkindled
    The Sun-fire of old.

My footsteps are tied to
    The heath and the stone;
My thoughts earth-allied-to--
    Ah! leave me alone.

Go back, thou of gladness,
    Nor wound me with pain,
Nor spite me with madness,
    Nor come nigh again.


The Glory

Why tremble and weep now,
    Whom stars once obeyed?
Come forth to the deep now
    And be not afraid.

The Dark One is calling,
    I know, for his dreams
Around me are falling
    In musical streams.

A diamond is burning
    In depths of the Lone
Thy spirit returning
    May claim for its throne.

In flame-fringed islands
    Its sorrows shall cease,
Absorbed in the silence
    And quenched in the peace.

Come lay thy poor head on
    My breast where it glows
With love ruby-red on
    Thy heart for its woes.

My power I surrender:
    To thee it is due:
Come forth, for the splendor
    Is waiting for you.