The night is silent and cool as glass;
I dream of voids and slumbering deep
Unheeded in my bed like the dead I sleep;
Yet a shaft of light intruding; a thunder
Halves the heavens above my stay,
There pounds an aural call and a flashinging ray
Plays an answer thrice over my stay.
There I lay, questioning whether to wake or sleep,
Whether to cringe or fear or lordly mirth,
Over yon vertigonous and vibrating earth!
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