Poems & poèmes/Ah! Night!
AH! NIGHT!
Ah ! night!
To feel the stab of beauty at the heart !
To drink, with lifted throat,
The silent throb and music of the stars,
The first kiss of the spring on spell-bound trees,
To stretch out arms to hold and soothe the world,
— A love too vast in aught to be contained,
Helpless and great : a poet's youthfulness,. . .
Alone, might all this emptiness be you!
May first 1915
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