( AFTER READING FROM SHAKESPEARE )

Night, thou art heavy, with no stars to chain

Thy darkness unto heaven, that thy feet

May dance along these cliffs in gay retreat

Of the pursuing sea; heavy as pain

Where eyes see not the end, or tears that stain

The joy of him who conquers by defeat;

Or this dark sea whose heart doth climb and beat

The stones that make no sign, then falls again.

Cry with the night and wrestle with the wave,

Ye two-edged winds that cut this shore and me;

I warm me still with thinking of a grave

That can not hold the dust's eternal part;

For here across the centuries and the sea,

A dead hand lies like flame upon my heart.