The sun set, but set not his hope:
Stars rose; his faith was earlier up:
Fixed on the enormous galaxy,
Deeper and older seemed his eye;
And matched his sufferance sublime
The taciturnity of time.
He spoke, and words more soft than rain
Brought the Age of Gold again:
His action won such reverence sweet
As hid all measure of the feat.

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

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His actions won such reverence sweet As hid all measures of the feat Simply superb.
His action run such reverence sweet good poem from great poet.