[BNP/E3, 49A2 – 47]

The |universal| silence of the night

Whereto the[1] mystery of space doth blend,

The brightness of the star that utter light

To senses that in thought’s waste pitch their tent

The |gulf| of time wherein the moment bubbles

The depthless pool of thought where life is nought

The labyrinth of life whom essence troubles

With intricate unity back-lagging thought –

When I think on this and that here I stand,

The thinker of these thoughts, emptily wise,

Holding up to my thinking my {…} thing-hand

And looking at it with |my| alien eyes[2]; 

{…} surprise

The |prayer| of my wonder looketh past

The universal darkness, lone and vast.

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As a spent swimmer, ere to be scorn’d, dying

My pale heart |tastes| a vagueness[3] round it lying.

 
[1] Whereto the /Which complex\
[2] |my|/thought\-alien /thought-stranger’s\ eyes
[3] My pale /vague\ /void\ heart |tastes| /mater\ a vagueness /paleness\ /desert\