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.