[BNP/E3, 49A1 – 62]

12-11-07

I looked to-day at the stars

Just one glance – so far from here

And I felt a horrible humbleness 

All mixed and made of fear

How little am I and the world and all

Before the stars, which do appal!

I felt a feeling of smallness so small

That I shrank into deep terror

To know such mysteries do meet

The eye that looketh up from error

Into the night with its stars complete.

Into the night! Into the night?

Come, my spirit! Into the night

Desert the halls where men are at feast

Senses of sidedness and of pride

Rise with me in thy deep unrest

Become we lost in the Deadth of space

Be there not as any trace.

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Into the night! Into the night!

Come and read the parable of space

Incoherently written with grace

Come and decipher the problem

Com, we will[1] read in a mighty book.

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Into the night! Into de night!

Who made the stars that are thus hight 

And the silent vacant moon

In her spacious deep delight

Sorrow and pain, my spirit, will come soon.

Into the night! Into the night!

Come oh my spirit, from your tension deep

Then the sea is tremulously bright

And the flowers are at their sleep

Come into the night and dream

Of the past till the wind doth ache

And a sense comes of {…} scene

And a sense deep that no sense can shake.

Come, till the sense of living doth sworn

In the obscure light of the moon.

 
[1] will /shall\