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I walked along the countryside

At eventide,

And everywhere

The road was fair

With moons of water here and there,

Into whose heart the grasses spied.

And suddenly upon them shone

The light of the City's eye,

Reflected from a bulb on high,

Which made them and their shadow one.

Nay, made each moon

A mirror seem

To serve the dream

Of tender blades in bending grace a-swoon.

I walked into the night,

And every abode

Beyond the dark, deserted road

Was a prattle of light.

And I thought of the Eye Unseen

Which sheds its charitable sheen,

Not on our goal,

But on the by-ways of the Soul.