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THE MYSTIC BLUE

OUT of the darkness, fretted sometimes in its sleeping,
     Jets of sparks in fountains of blue come leaping
     To sight, revealing a secret, numberless secrets keeping.

     Sometimes the darkness trapped within a wheel
     Runs into speed like a dream, the blue of the steel
     Showing the rocking darkness now a-reel.

     And out of the invisible, streams of bright blue drops
     Rain from the showery heavens, and bright blue
         crops
     Surge from the under-dark to their ladder-tops.

     And all the manifold blue and joyous eyes,
     The rainbow arching over in the skies,
     New sparks of wonder opening in surprise.

     All these pure things come foam and spray of the sea
     Of Darkness abundant, which shaken mysteriously,
     Breaks into dazzle of living, as dolphins that leap
         from the sea
     Of midnight shake it to fire, so the secret of death
         we see.