There is a fading shade within the sky.
My mind can see it, as it grows stronger.
And my soul can hear
The soft-departing thoughts begin to speak,
Calling out in slow-increasing flows of sound,
Calling to each other in whirlwind fashion,
Pulling thus within themselves each other.
They rush in frenzied strength of self-assertion
And slacken at collision with that dying shade.
A mutual strength, a perfect peace.
Night is born.