Most secret Siren, on whose coast,
’Mid spray of perishing song, are hurled
All desolate lovers, all the lost
Souls, and half-poets of the world:
Through sleepless nights and lonely days
In tears and terror served and sought—
Light beyond light—the supreme Face
That blinds the adoring eyes of thought!
How shall I sing of Her? Nay all,
All song, all sorrow, all silence of