The Song of Siva

’Tis Night; all the Sirens are silent, All the Vultures asleep; And the horns of the Tempest are stirring Under the Deep; ’Tis Night; all the snow-burdened Mountains Dream of the Sea, And down in the Wadi the River Is calling to me.

’Tis Night; all the Caves of the Spirit Shake with desire, And the Orient Heaven ’s essaying Its lances of fire; They hear, in the stillness that covers The land and the sea, The River, in the heart of the Wadi, Calling to me.

’Tis night, but a night of great joyance, A night of unrest;— The night of the birth of the spirit Of the East and the West; And the Caves and the Mountains are dancing On the Foam of the Sea, For the River inundant is calling, Calling to me.