Faintly we echo--like this spake the Shadow and like this the Glory.

The Shadow          Who art thou, O Glory,         In flame from the deep,     Where stars chant their story,         Why trouble my sleep?          I hardly had rested,         My dreams wither now:     Why comest thou crested         And gemmed on they brow?               The Glory          Up, Shadow, and follow         The way I will show;     The blue gleaming hollow         To-night we will know,          And rise mid the vast to         The fountain of days;     From whence we had pass to         The parting of ways.               The Shadow          I know thee, O Glory:         Thine eyes and thy brow     With white fire all hoary         Come back to me now.          Together we wandered         In ages agone;     Our thoughts as we pondered         Were stars at the dawn.          The glory has dwindled,         My azure and gold:     Yet you keep enkindled         The Sun-fire of old.          My footsteps are tied to         The heath and the stone;     My thoughts earth-allied-to--         Ah! leave me alone.          Go back, thou of gladness,         Nor wound me with pain,     Nor spite me with madness,         Nor come nigh again.               The Glory          Why tremble and weep now,         Whom stars once obeyed?     Come forth to the deep now         And be not afraid.          The Dark One is calling,         I know, for his dreams     Around me are falling         In musical streams.          A diamond is burning         In depths of the Lone     Thy spirit returning         May claim for its throne.          In flame-fringed islands         Its sorrows shall cease,     Absorbed in the silence         And quenched in the peace.          Come lay thy poor head on         My breast where it glows     With love ruby-red on         Thy heart for its woes.          My power I surrender:         To thee it is due:     Come forth, for the splendor         Is waiting for you.