But Then Let Me Think

But But then let me think Though it be night The more inviting Be The solemn sacred silence Emotions that swelled That rose high And that fell And then rose again These emotions Now lie in plateau Level-plain The bosom likewise. But The emotions are still there There as the stars As the night As the moon As the paces secret and Mysterious As the marches of shrouds And of ghosts As the furious humming silence Of the moth round the dangling Lamp-light of the night Down under Down under the bastions Mourns the sea In and out In and out Rise and fall, come and Go sea-wraiths.