Mystery

 WHY does this sudden passion smite me?
I stretch my hands, all blind to see:
I need the lamp of the world to light me,
 Lead me and set me free.



Something a moment seemed to stoop from
The night with cool, cool breath on my face:
Or did the hair of the twilight droop from
 Its silent wandering ways?


About me in the thick wood netted
The wizard glow looks human-wise;
And over the tree-tops barred and fretted
 Ponders with strange old eyes.



The tremulous lips of air blow by me
And hymn their time-old melody:
Its secret strain comes nigh and nigh me:
 “Ah, brother, come with me;


“For here the ancient mother lingers
To dip her hands in the diamond dew,
And lave thine ache with cloud-cool fingers
 Till sorrow die from you.
”

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