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The old woods have passed away.
Cloudy domes, tall storms,
Tower above the night sky—
A strip of glowing horizon
Where a thousand cities lie
Is all we see of our sky tonight
Lost in turgid, earthy light—
Vapor in the air, flames on the ground
Combine to keep the stars from sight—
Solemn bells in the distance sound—
Rain. Mist. Smoke and distant bells—
The air’s alive over the scene.
In their agitation, in their hoarse
Metal excitement, the bells
Beat upon the vaporous air—
The world whispers below.
The light of a thousand towns
Sends sulfurous shafts skyward
Into the darkness, the agitated storm—
The world is on fire.
Our desire
Makes everything warm.
