WHEN Night has opened her ten thousand eyes

And earth has muted those entangled cries,

Might such a silence on this heart descend ;

Might inmost eyes awaken, day-trance end.

Cloud-darkened sky or vapours dank from earth

Bedim the growing vision, mar the worth

Of fairer reckoning. Enhance this will—

Make mind's own zenith clear—all swirls of passion still.