Li

Night,--who within heaven’s uttermost Dark walls uncloses shadowy gates,-- Beyond the Spirit of Light she hates, Speeds like a ghost before a ghost Upon the twilight-haunted coast Of death between the seas of sleep: Her lips are dumb with awe that hears; And in her eyes, that never weep, Is anguish of eternal tears.

Out of the terrible gulfs of God Into God’s awful deeps she goes, Revealing in heaven’s gold and rose The ways her footsteps tread and trod From period to period: Her lips are still--for she hath heard God’s voice that moves the universe: Her eyes are sad beyond the word-- The eyes of Vastness gazed in hers.