As the veil of the shrine

Of the temple of old

When darkness divine

Over noonday was rolled;

So the heart of the night by the pulse of the light is convulsed and controlled.

And the sea's heart, groaning

For glories withdrawn,

And the waves' mouths, moaning

All night for the dawn,

Are uplift as the hearts and the mouths of the singers on leaside and lawn.

And the sound of the quiring

Of all these as one,

Desired and desiring

Till dawn's will be done,

Fills full with delight of them heaven till it burns as the heart of the sun.

Till the waves too inherit

And waters take part

In the sense of the spirit

That breathes from his heart,

And are kindled with music as fire when the lips of the morning part,

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