On the night-walls there
Glows
The Spirit-breath
Hear!
As a sweet whisper rings
Up and down
Down and up
The Breath of Night!
And there be too
The breathing of the spirit-ghosts
As in the dark they move
And glide.
From graves and cemeteries and
Tombs
Silent escaped they
Here
Into a dark where Beauty light not less.
Nor Wisdom burn lesser than day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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