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higher still turn the invisible stars.
When day withdraws to the ends of the earth
their fires shine on a dark expanse of sand.
We live in a world of motion and distance.
The heart flies from tree to bird,
from bird to distant star,
from star to love; and love grows
in the quiet house, turning and working,
servant of thought, a lamp held in one hand.
The French text can be read online on p. 96 of this book.
Art credit: Photograph of "a traditional lantern," by Helen Redding (originally black and white).
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