And find its sun-bright beauty fair Beyond the glow in East or West.
Mayhap its radiant fire must fade Before the wind that wakes the dawn,The light from Heaven's heart out-rayed When suns and moons are all withdrawn.
The wind that beats the stars to dust May sweep my star-built courts away:Let my dun fall—if fall it must— Its glory lasted for a day.
I care not how I lose anew, Or round the wreck what winds may wail—Since God's own dun was built for you, You are not houseless, though I fail.
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