Mist wiped to gleaming Light..
For it was a winter night!
And the wind was sailing back..
For the mind was striding forth...
Along the Trees,Rocks and Earth!
Trough the carpet of clouds.
I listened to the eyes,
And its song without a voice
Meaning it conveyed was silence..
Echoes of Trumphets in my Mind;
Waning... waning... into that Mist!
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