The Golden Darkness/The Spirit's Rapture

​THE SPIRIT'S RAPTURE.
I have heard through the streets, when the dusk
Was gaunt and grey with pain,
Like a crying soul whose voice is spent
The moving lips of the rain.

I have looked into the castles of lights,
Under the roar and the flare,
The glittering darkness of a city night
With golden snakes in her hair.

I have felt in the desolate midnight
A huge Thing glaring at me,
When rainy pavements like the teeth of darkness
Were gleaming savagely.

I think I shall burn all my dreams,
And all that is mine among men;
I shall choose a road drifted with moonlight
When the wind is low, and then,—

I shall sing a song of madness
Till the body's song is done,
And send my spirit's rapture surging
Through the music of oblivion.

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