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The touch of flame — the illuminating fire — the loftiest look at last,

O’er city, passion, sea — o’er prairie, mountain, wood — the earth itself,

The airy, different, changing hues of all, in failing twilight,

Objects and groups, bearings, faces, reminiscences;

The calmer sight — the golden setting, clear and broad:

So much i’ the atmosphere, the points of view, the situations whence

we scan,

Bro’t out by them alone — so much (perhaps the best) unreck’d before;

The lights indeed from them — old age’s lambent peaks.