Essential Night

By George Sterling

Outreach and touch! But lo! thou hast not found!
    Look forth! But what the tidings of thine eyes?
    Taste! But His apple hath not made thee wise,
Nor hast thou heard His music out of sound.
As light by darkness is my spirit bound,
    And on the soul are question and surmise:
    The vision that I take not from the skies,
Shall that await in the awaiting ground?

Why brood the heavens in large indifference?
    And what is all, and this my spirit what?
And what these apparitions of the sense
        That pass through veils unto us blindfold ones,
    In horror of deep darkness lifting not
        For stars nor moon nor the concealing suns?

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