I see you, refulgent ones, br Burning so steadily br Like big white arc lights… br There are so many of you. br I like to watch you weaving - br Altogether and with precision br Each his ray - br Your tracery of light, br Making a shining way about America. br br I note your infinite reactions - br In glassware br And sequin br And puddles br And bits of jet - br And here and there a diamond… br br But you do not yet see me, br Who am a torch blown along the wind, br Flickering to a spark br But never out.