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All too soon the gleam will go”
                                
                                
                                
                                
                            
                                        
                                        Apologia 
The Flower of Old Japan and Other Poems (1907), Forest of Wild Thyme 
Context: It mocks me as it flies, I know:
All too soon the gleam will go;
Yet I love it and shall love
My dream that brooks no narrower bars
Than bind the darkening heavens above,
My Jack o'Lanthorn of the stars:
Then, I'll follow it no more,
I'll light the lamp: I'll close the door.
                                    
 
                             
                             
                             
                             
                             
                             
                            