Night

Heart-hidden from the outer things I rose;

The spirit woke anew in nightly birth

Unto the vastness where forever glows

The star-soul of the earth.

There all alone in primal ecstasy,

Within her depths where revels never tire,

The olden Beauty shines: each thought of me

Is veined through with its fire.

And all my thoughts are throngs of living souls;

They breathe in me, heart unto heart allied;

Their joy undimmed, though when the morning tolls

The planets may divide.

Notes: Originally publised in the Irish Theosophist as “Deep Sleep”, September 15, 1893. The first word in the third line as originally published was “Into”.