night-lit

Updated: May 18, 2025

And, so, dim grassy flower and night-lit spark Still move me on and upward for the True; Seeking, through change, growth, death, in new and old, The full in few, the statelier in the less, With patient pain; always remembering this, His hand, who touched the sod with showers of gold, Stippled Orion on the midnight blue.

Various - The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 09, No. 56, June, 1862