Heart-Hidden From The Outer Things I Rose, The Spirit Woke Anew In Nightly Birth Into The Vastness Where Forever Glows The Star-Soul Of The Earth. There All Alone In Primal Ecstasy, Within Her Depths Where Revels Never Tire, The Olden Beauty Shines; Each Thought Of Me Is Veined Through With Its Fire. And All My Thoughts Are Throngs Of Living Souls; They Breath In Me, Heart Unto Heart Allied With Joy Undimmed, Though When The Morning Tolls The Planets May Divide. --September 15, 1893