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 Star Teachers by George William Russell 
						EVEN as a bird sprays many-coloured fires,The plumes of paradise, the dying light
 Rays through the fevered air in misty spires
 That vanish in the heights.
 
 
 These myriad eyes that look on me are mine;
 Wandering beneath them I have found again
 The ancient ample moment, the divine,
 The God-root within men.
 
 
 For this, for this the lights innumerable
 As symbols shine that we the true light win:
 For every star and every deep they fill
 Are stars and deeps within.
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