Into crimson dark thou goest, Thy vast orbits mock the eye. Small the echo that thou throwest, Far, I hear thy footfalls die. Art thou near?-too far for greeting? Lost in topless altitudes? Shall I wait a sudden meeting Where sonorous stillness broods? In the solitude resounding Distant footsteps echo free. Is it thou who flamest, bounding Circles of infinity?
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