I I FEEL a breath from other planets blowing And pallid through the darkness wax the faces That even now so kind and near were glowing. Gray and more gray are tree and path and meadow So that I scarcely know familiar places, And thou, dear summoner of my pain, bright shadow, Too far in deeper glow dissolved hast floated To deem me, after this wild tumult's mazes, To any earthly love or awe devoted. Melted I am in music, circling, driven, In boundless gratitude and nameless praises Will and desireless to the eternal given. II A tempest wafts me and I am elated In passionate madness of the women grieving Who deep in dust their prayers have consecrated. Then I behold the milky mists dislimning, A noble clearness filled with sunshine leaving Wherein the farthest mountain peaks are swimming. The ground beneath me, white and soft, is shaken ... By monstrous chasms I mount high and higher Above the last cloud's silver edge to waken, In seas of crystal radiance to dip under— I am a spark of the eternal fire, And of the eternal voice I am the thunder! |