Brimming with silence and the stars;
While earth, bathed in this holy light,
Is seen without its scars.
Drink in the daring and the dews,
The calm winds and the restless gleam—
This is the draught that Beauty brews;
Drink—it is the Dream....
Drink, oh my soul, and do not yield—
These solitudes, this wild-rose air
Shall strengthen thee, shall be thy shield