NIGHT'S OCCULTISM

Northward the twilight thro dark drifts Of cloud-wreck lingers cold. Southward the sated lightning sinks Beneath the wooded wold.

Eastward immovable deep shade Is sealed with mystery. Westward a memory of dead gold Wakes on a sunset sea.

Under, is earth's still orbiting; Over, a clearing star: In all, the spirit litany Of life's strange avatar.