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!
