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.