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Rh She kindles the desire

Whereby the gods survive—

The white ideal fire

That keeps my soul alive.

Now at the wondrous hour

She leaves her star supreme,

And comes in the night's still power

To touch me with a dream.

Sibyl of mystery

On roads beyond our ken,

Softly she comes to me,

And goes to God again. 75