The shadow of Dawn; Stillness and stars and over-mastering dreams Of Life and Death and Sleep; Heard over gleaming flats, the old, unchanging sound Of the old, unchanging Sea. My soul and yours -- O, hand in hand let us fare forth, two ghosts, Into the ghostliness, The infinite and abounding solitudes, Beyond -- O, beyond! -- beyond . . . Here in the porch Upon the multitudinous silences Of the kingdoms of the grave, We twain are you and I -- two ghosts Omnipotence Can touch no more . . . no more! |