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328 Glinting as with a million eyes, Reel in and out of light and shade, Show depths of ivory or jade, New broidery every instant wear, Spun by the magic weaver, Air.

Then Michael's gaze was turned from these Unto the far, rejoicing seas Whose twilight legions onward rolled, A turbulence of dusky gold, A dim magnificence of froth, A thunder tone which was not wrath, But such a speech as earth might cry Unto far kinsmen in the sky. The spray was tossed aloft in air: A bird was flying here and there. Foam, bird, and twilight to the boy Seemed to be but a single joy. He closed his eyes that he might be Alone with all that ecstasy.

What was it unto Michael gave This joy, the life of earth and wave? Or did his candle shine so bright But by its own and natural light? Ah, who can answer for what powers Are with us in the secret hours! Though wind and wave cried out no less, Entranced unto forgetfulness, He heard no more the water's din; A golden ocean rocked within. A boat of bronze and crystal wrought And steered by the enchanter, Thought, Was flying with him fast and far To isles that glimmered, each a star Hung low upon the distant rim, And then the vision rushed on him. The palaces of light were there