The Adventure of the Apocalypse

Full moon

The full moon comes to make all life complete,

But ever a shadow on the broad white disk

Mars the one perfect and entire dream

Earth-nature strives to reach through changing lights—

High beauty haunted by a nameless lack!

I look within and bear the same bliss-break.

The full moon like some mighty mirror hangs

And the shadow answers a gap in my own heart:

Splendour of song and lustre of love—yet loss

Of the one all-consummating harmony!

O soul of man, O spirit of the universe,

That sable touch on time's intensest hour

Is the mystery of the God forgotten in you!

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