  decorative O NIGHT! Thou friend of Thought, of Song, of winged Inspiration! So gentle is thy tread, Thy hand so soft, thy look so deep, the sea Is not so deep as thy mysterious gaze. Revealest thou what worlds have thought in distant, Unfathomable dream? Thou knowest wonders, And tellest them in whispers to the dreamer. Thou art alive with silence, gentle Night, The silence of the Past and of the Future, Unreal, yet full of burning truth, and clad In image, that they startle not our heart, Nor wake its nerveless beating till it sounds. In silence, wondrous Night, thou teachest what The noisy Day would never understand: Thou makest us descend into the mine Yet unexplorÈd of our soul, that hoards The many destinies of thousand years And other thousand years it wandered through. Search in the darkness of that mine, behold! The gold that shineth forth into thine eyes, The treasures of those other lives that death Transformed and left them unremembered. In The stillness that surrounds thy search thy soul Will show thee all its strength and weakness, all Those errors that condemned it to another And rise again and wander, yet a stranger, Into the changing world, but laden with The knowledge of the past it seems to learn And calls it history, perchance its own Forgotten past, the very person that It seemed to be. And now it wonders why That person acted so and erred and wrought Such destinies. And all the time it is Itself that learns itself. Neglect not dreams Nor call them worthless. Great the truths they bring, Revealed in sights and legendary lore. When understood they are a blessing. Learn To understand the vision's soul, the thought Which it conveys, the future it reveals, The past it fetches out of yonder mine To search. When plunged in sleep that brain that now Is thine will listen and may learn such things Thy soul will tell, as never book or school Or present life will teach. Oh, blessed Night! Spread o'er my soul thy wings and carry me Into those worlds my brain can never reach! Fathom not memories, but let me feel At one with all those lights that lie upon Thy bosom, breathing, shining there in silence. |
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