Stones from The Quarry or, Moods of Mind. By Henry Browne [i.e. Henry Ellison] |
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NEAR DAWN ON A STILL NIGHT. |
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NEAR DAWN ON A STILL NIGHT.
The earth rolls noiseless eastwards—one by oneThe stars are lost to view, that measure flight
Of time and lapse of space; and now 'twixt Night
And Day a narrow isthmus lies, upon
One end whereof, dark, by comparison
Darkness itself, privation mere of light,
Night, spectrelike, withdraws; while faintly bright,
With rosy step the other end anon
The angel, Light, will tread! 'Tis like life's goal,
Where nothing is but what is not! This pause
Cæsural is as if this wondrous Whole
Held in its breath: through silence that o'erawes
I feel the pulses of the World's great soul,
And, lost in it, nor know nor seek the cause!
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