To take you into my heart’s great void of silence.
You shut me into your heart’s great void of silence....
O sweet and soothing end for a life of whirling!
Now I am still, whose life was mazed with motion.
Now I sink into you, for love of sleep.
Zoë Akins
THE TRAGEDIENNE
A storm is riding on the tide;
Grey is the day and grey the tide,
Far-off the sea-gulls wheel and cry—