Out of the deep ineffable blue, with palpitant swift repeating
Of gleam and glitter and opaline glow, that broke in ripples of light —
In burning glory it came and went, — I heard, I saw it beating,
Pulse by pulse, from star to star, — the passionate heart of the Night!
Out of the thud of the rustling sea — the panting, yearning, throbbing
Waves that stole on the startled shore, with coo and mutter of spray —
The wail of the Night came fitful-faint, — I heard her stifled sobbing:
The cold salt drops fell slowly, slowly, gray into gulfs of gray.
There through the darkness the great world reeled, and the great tides roared, assembling —
Murmuring hidden things that are past, and secret things that shall be;
There at the limits of life we met, and touched with a rapturous trembling —
One with each other, I and the Night, and the skies, and the stars, and sea.