A Nocturn

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A Nocturn

Upon the face of darkness beams my soul⁠—

Nearby, behind the curtains of my sight;

And ’round it weary waves of wonder roll⁠—

Sad seas of color o’er dead seas of light:

Here is no Space, no Time⁠—nor day nor night⁠—

Here is the boundless, undiminished Whole⁠—

Here is my soul.

Here is no love that hides beneath its shoal

The sandix that can redden a sea of years;

Here is no lust that lies to Beauty’s mole

And draws from eyes of flint a flood of tears;

Here is no disenchantment and no fears⁠—

No blasted hopes, no jaunty joy, no dole⁠—

Here is my soul.

Now lost in clay and water; now the Whole

Is lost within me: sea and earth and sky

I dismiss from my presence, as I roll

My lids and lo, the lord of night am I.

Into the airless wilderness I fly;

Here is no vain desire, no galling goal⁠—

Here is my soul.

In Eternity, shod with the hoary noul

Of deathless Death⁠—in dim and shimmering shades

Of soilless vales that bosom and cajole

The crystal flowers dropping from cloud-cascades;

Here in the grove of myriad colonnades

Of jet and pearl and amber I now stroll⁠—

Here is my soul.