MIRROR
Onthe wide sea of sleepI launch my gliding boat:Over the rhythmic DeepOn flowing tides I float.The curving shore aroundFades in the palestarlight—A slumbering, sleepy soundGoes drifting through the night.It is the music of dreamsAlong the horizon blown,It stirs the glimmering streamsWhere the pale stars lie strown.The stars shine in the Deep,Reflected from afar;My eyes tremble with sleep,Reflecting sea and star.My eyes look up at meOut of the mirrored eyes,And in their depths I seeMirrored the stars and skies.Around—around—aroundMy boat whirls with the stream;I feel a dizzy soundAround me, like a dream.Where may I moor my bark?How may I lift my head?What is that silence?Hark—The sound of dreams is fled!The breath of slumber lies,Like perfume, on the Deep:Night with a thousand eyesStares at herself in sleep.
Onthe wide sea of sleepI launch my gliding boat:Over the rhythmic DeepOn flowing tides I float.The curving shore aroundFades in the palestarlight—A slumbering, sleepy soundGoes drifting through the night.It is the music of dreamsAlong the horizon blown,It stirs the glimmering streamsWhere the pale stars lie strown.The stars shine in the Deep,Reflected from afar;My eyes tremble with sleep,Reflecting sea and star.My eyes look up at meOut of the mirrored eyes,And in their depths I seeMirrored the stars and skies.Around—around—aroundMy boat whirls with the stream;I feel a dizzy soundAround me, like a dream.Where may I moor my bark?How may I lift my head?What is that silence?Hark—The sound of dreams is fled!The breath of slumber lies,Like perfume, on the Deep:Night with a thousand eyesStares at herself in sleep.
Onthe wide sea of sleepI launch my gliding boat:Over the rhythmic DeepOn flowing tides I float.
Onthe wide sea of sleep
I launch my gliding boat:
Over the rhythmic Deep
On flowing tides I float.
The curving shore aroundFades in the palestarlight—A slumbering, sleepy soundGoes drifting through the night.
The curving shore around
Fades in the palestarlight—
A slumbering, sleepy sound
Goes drifting through the night.
It is the music of dreamsAlong the horizon blown,It stirs the glimmering streamsWhere the pale stars lie strown.
It is the music of dreams
Along the horizon blown,
It stirs the glimmering streams
Where the pale stars lie strown.
The stars shine in the Deep,Reflected from afar;My eyes tremble with sleep,Reflecting sea and star.
The stars shine in the Deep,
Reflected from afar;
My eyes tremble with sleep,
Reflecting sea and star.
My eyes look up at meOut of the mirrored eyes,And in their depths I seeMirrored the stars and skies.
My eyes look up at me
Out of the mirrored eyes,
And in their depths I see
Mirrored the stars and skies.
Around—around—aroundMy boat whirls with the stream;I feel a dizzy soundAround me, like a dream.
Around—around—around
My boat whirls with the stream;
I feel a dizzy sound
Around me, like a dream.
Where may I moor my bark?How may I lift my head?What is that silence?Hark—The sound of dreams is fled!
Where may I moor my bark?
How may I lift my head?
What is that silence?Hark—
The sound of dreams is fled!
The breath of slumber lies,Like perfume, on the Deep:Night with a thousand eyesStares at herself in sleep.
The breath of slumber lies,
Like perfume, on the Deep:
Night with a thousand eyes
Stares at herself in sleep.