New Perspectives

> The evening sinks away. Like golden landmarks > In twilight's final gleaming glow the summits > Of Caucasus, and as from distant worlds > They look down full of meaning on the groupings > Of people resting, filling up the valleys > With all their weapons, steeds, and canopies. > — > From out the glow of sun's self-sacrifice > At last like phoenix climbs the moon's full disk > And hovers high above the orient's plane. > — > But now the people rest. Yet Teut the youth, > Of kingly gaze and mien, has stayed awake, > His blond head deeply sunk in meditation. > — > And then, as from a brief dream wakening, upward > He turns his eye, a light, a clear one, falls > Like dew upon him. See! It seems to him > As though in heights above, the golden globes > Of heaven joined their shining rays together > Into a shimmering pair of starry eyes: > As though towards him a marvel, > A mild and earnest countenance inclined, > As though, before his proud and sun-like flights, > With noble features, primal mother Asia > Did eye to eye to her brave son appear.