Les Mouches Fantastiques (amateur journal)/March 1920/Triumph

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Triumph

Cold, remote and cold
Is the glory of a star;
Old, oh, very old,
The world-sick angels are!

They have the stars’ nearness;
I, your approaching eyes,
They in their locked palaces
Have little to make them wise.

Dark as Truth is dark,
The shades that fall at will:
Stark, cruel and stark
The wind that sways them still.

But we are young and strong:
No wind can quench our light
While love illuminates
The deeps of every night.

—Ailiel Riechardt

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