THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best. Night, sleep, death and the stars.
time is walking, crawling, rolling to its gravity
Midnight of time! a boy I am
on the bed of abusive game
lonely exhaustion of life's lymph!
before the sunrise of time
exhausted being I am.....