Xlvii

I sat alone with song and sleep, And in the singing silence heard The darkness draw from forth the deep With star on star, like word on word: A sound of twilight and swift shades Materializing into night, Who hears the breaking waves of light, And towards the shores of morning wades.

I sat alone with dawn and death, And in my waking vision saw The form of silence, like a breath Of bodiless beauty and of awe, Whose sibyl eyes said unto me The things the sealed lips would not word, That eons of the stars record In volumes of eternity.