Nightfall
Oh, Hand, which through a shuddering chaos hurled
Star upon endless star and world on world,
Will thy dread sowing spring to harvest soon!
Star upon endless star and world on world,
Will thy dread sowing spring to harvest soon!
Now pregnant with the ghosts of æons past,
Through those unblossoming fields and pastures vast,
The evident face of Silence, dawns the moon.
Through those unblossoming fields and pastures vast,
The evident face of Silence, dawns the moon.
III, The Sea
Even if the veil of long Infinity
Were at some awful summons to divide,
The inexpressible gulf would fail to hide
The splendour and the passion of the sea.
These yearning chords will clash unendingly
When all the works and fruits of Time are dead,
Were at some awful summons to divide,
The inexpressible gulf would fail to hide
The splendour and the passion of the sea.
These yearning chords will clash unendingly
When all the works and fruits of Time are dead,
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