Far up the dim twilight fluttered
Moth-wings of vapour and flame:
The lights danced over the mountains,
Star after star they came.
The lights grew thicker unheeded,
For silent and still were we;
Our hearts were drunk with a beauty
Our eyes could never see.
From: http://www.bartleby.com/253/4.html
Date: 1913
By: George William Russell (A.E.) (1867-1935)
From Troubles of The World 