The Song of Siva

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The Song of Siva

’T is Night; all the Sirens are silent,

All the Vultures asleep;

And the horns of the Tempest are stirring

Under the Deep;

’T is Night; all the snow-burdened Mountains

Dream of the Sea,

And down in the Wadi the River

Is calling to me.

’T is 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.

’T is 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.