Only the window is dark ;  only there hangs like 
a veil 
Sleep on the chamber and clings.  Heard I a 
woman-fiend wail ? 
Heard I the sound of a kiss ?  Has man been 
destroyed in the daylight, 
Man whom the night could not quell ?  What 
angel fled weeping away ? 
There in the East there extends a white light 
devouring the grey light, 
There the sun rises and brings hope with the 
dawn of the day, 
Silence hides certainty—surely voices of angels 
that pray, 
Surely the sound of delight, and of praise, and 
unspeakable glory 
Rings in the wind like a bell, and wakes the 
white air of the lea, 
All the bright sea is aflame, and the caps of it, 
golden or hoary, 
Leap in the light of the sun, in the light of the 
eyes of the sea. 
Triumph is born like a flower, and the soul of 
the adept is free. 
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