The Golden Darkness/My Days Are Haunted
MY DAYS ARE HAUNTED.
My days are haunted by delirium,
A weirdness, wild and beautiful and sad,
A strange madness that keeps my reason firm,
And strange reason that makes the whole world mad.
A weirdness, wild and beautiful and sad,
A strange madness that keeps my reason firm,
And strange reason that makes the whole world mad.
There is a secret music in my veins
More hidden in my being than dew-fire
In the dim folds of the rain's drapery,
And deeper rooted than unborn desire.
More hidden in my being than dew-fire
In the dim folds of the rain's drapery,
And deeper rooted than unborn desire.
There is a listening hush in me that hears
A blown harmony breaking into words,
When night's dark fingers strike the lyre of heaven,
And the stars tremble like golden chords.
A blown harmony breaking into words,
When night's dark fingers strike the lyre of heaven,
And the stars tremble like golden chords.
There is loneliness that haunts the dusk
And loiters where the vague stone mountains stand
Watching the sky and keeping count of time
By falling worlds like golden grains of sand.
And loiters where the vague stone mountains stand
Watching the sky and keeping count of time
By falling worlds like golden grains of sand.
My days are haunted by delirium,
A weirdness, wild and beautiful and sad,
A strange madness that keeps my reason firm,
And strange reason that makes the whole world mad.
A weirdness, wild and beautiful and sad,
A strange madness that keeps my reason firm,
And strange reason that makes the whole world mad.