Old Age's Lambent Peaks

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.