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 falling 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. + 