Raging Waters
I now witness a stranger happening,
Even the day plunging into darkness
To know the mystery that shall make it
Brighter yet, with suns receiving night’s riches.
I’ve become one with the soul of the earth,
I’ve borne the olden grief of truth, unease
Of delight from which all came, and to which
All return. Under that happy heaven
It seemed for long centuries she was tied
To futility’s work-post. But chaos
Ripened into destiny; now I see
The new thing arriving, greatly to live.
The dreams of night are asleep in its eyes,—
The sleep of consciousness splendid in trance.
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