DESIRE OF VASTNESS
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Supreme with night, what high mysteriarch— The undreamt-of god beyond the trinal noon Of elder suns empyreal—past the moon Circling some wild world outmost in the dark— Lays on me this unfathomed wish to hark What central sea with plume-plucked midnight strewn, Plangent to what enormous plenilune That lifts in silence, hinderless and stark? The brazen comprehension of the waste, The waste inclusion of the brazen sky— These I desire, and all things wide and deep; And, lifted past the level years, would taste The cup of an Olympian ecstasy, Titanic dream, and Cyclopean sleep.