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I kiss my hand   
To the stars, lovely-asunder   
Starlight, wafting him out of it; and           
Glow, glory in thunder;   
Kiss my hand to the dappled-with-damson west:   
Since, tho’ he is under the world’s splendour and wonder,   
His mystery must be instressed, stressed;   
For I greet him the days I meet him, and bless when I understand.