In deeps, grim deeps of dark,
Yawn now one, now other star
One by one relax
Random amongst random trees
White-naked the ghosts wander
Driven by no plan
Yet sighing high to stars which
Hearing between them speak
Low as vibrating
In those dark deeps of Beauty
Waiting.
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