When after night fell, Within a heap of ashes Sprawling the Field of Earth Where in myriads Withering sparks ascended And disappeared Like particles of dust, A coal burned orange there A living ember, a benevolent glow, A beating, flickering heart— But that too twinkled and Went out after night fell At a distant trumpet call. When in the same instant A new bright star was Written in the night sky, Where to remain Among the rest, all winking, All glittering, All differing in glory, And never to fall.
