From out a rare sky, picked off
To a tree, re-hung.
Signals, and still five pointed
A birth. Glory-shed.
Quizzed at, night on night, through eyes
Desert sands, among
Borrowed from the long ago
Devoutly trailed it.
If not as learn'ed, those men
More wondrous, children!
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