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 | Songs of Doubt and Dream (Poems) |  |
[XIII. How marvellously all the deeps of night]
How marvellously all the deeps of night
Make harmony with nature's many moods,
Doming her oceans in their solitudes
With larger mystery and immenser might;
Pouring pale glamours on the mountain's height,
Or quivering in the boughs of lonely woods;
Or where dead calm on some great desert broods,
With labyrinthine splendors throbbing white!
Make harmony with nature's many moods,
Doming her oceans in their solitudes
With larger mystery and immenser might;
Pouring pale glamours on the mountain's height,
Or quivering in the boughs of lonely woods;
Or where dead calm on some great desert broods,
With labyrinthine splendors throbbing white!
But oh, high stars what dissonance you bring
When o'er the city, amid far narrower skies,
You break like spectral flowers from magic seeds!
For then with sorrowing sovereignty you fling
Your glory upon a million careless eyes
Dragged earthward by innumerable greeds!
When o'er the city, amid far narrower skies,
You break like spectral flowers from magic seeds!
For then with sorrowing sovereignty you fling
Your glory upon a million careless eyes
Dragged earthward by innumerable greeds!
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