Now caught away by winds of love
And corniced on a quiet moon,
Over the whirling world, above
Midnight and the stare of noon
My everest never you shall climb,
Tall winds that overturn the sky;
Never snow the vast annoyer
Nor even the great sea go so high.
Man shall not reach me here-englobed:
No ticking of the tenet tongue,
Nor any doom in dark averred
By burning sky or a lone bell swung.
Here shall I drink wells of pure day.
Afar the floods of effort roll,
And death is a candlehour of peace
In twilit suburbs of the soul.
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