Night

He cried out through the night
"Where is the light?
Shall nevermore
Open Heaven's door?
Oh, I am left
Lonely, bereft ! "

He cried out through the night :
It spread vaguely white,
With its ghost of a moon
Above the dark swoon
Of the earth lying chill.
Breathless, grave-still.

He cried out through the night :
His voice in its might
Rang forth far and far,
And then like a star
Dwindled from sense
In the Immense.

He cried out through the night
No answering light,
No syllabled sound ;
Beneath and around
A long shuddering thrill,
Then all again still.