Night, sweetness of silence,
Sadness of pause between the vital strain
The Earth inciting by the highway hard,
Slim stars indulging in emotion’s gain;
Separating hours of the tangled trial,
And linking more than history or hearts
Or tortoise years false progressed yard
Upon a hill that neither ends nor starts.
And are yet pursued as nights pursue the days-
With equal need the heart pursues its death-
Through time, a timeless and methodic maze
Unfit to time itself between the pulsing stars.
Night, sweetness of all wonder I desire,
Love, living as it should, without a breath
Of contract till the days of sight expire,
Death, sweetness of silence.