Winter 1952 • Vol. XIV No. 1 Work in ProgressJanuary 1, 1952 |

These Were the Thoughts He Had before He Slept

There is no need of writing more tonight. The philosophic stone has been evoked Enough today; please let the fingers rest. One part of you sends easy words across To another part, as though the memorieswarmed like bees about the hive of brain, And long associations, wild echoes, Flood the cataracts of leaping thought, And consciousness, a pool of many depths Reflects the sunset after the sun is gone--- Night is sweeping down across the pines From the ocean inward, and the inscrutable world Changes itself at midnight into a new Globe, a ball, a sphere, that giants toss Across the chasm of eternity To be tomorrow and another day.

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