  On the wide sea of sleep I launch my gliding boat: Over the rhythmic Deep On flowing tides I float. The curving shore around Fades in the pale starlight— A slumbering, sleepy sound Goes drifting through the night. It is the music of dreams Along the horizon blown, It stirs the glimmering streams Where the pale stars lie strown. The stars shine in the Deep, Reflected from afar; My eyes tremble with sleep, Reflecting sea and star. My eyes look up at me Out of the mirrored eyes, And in their depths I see Mirrored the stars and skies. Around—around—around My boat whirls with the stream; I feel a dizzy sound Around me, like a dream. Where may I moor my bark? How may I lift my head? What is that silence? Hark— The sound of dreams is fled! The breath of slumber lies, Like perfume, on the Deep: Night with a thousand eyes |
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