Silence of the night , a sad, nocturnalsilence--Why does my soul tremble so?
I hear the humming of my blood,and a soft storm passes through my brain.
Insomnia!
Not to be able to sleep, and yetto dream.
I am the autospecimenof spiritual dissection, the auto-Hamlet!
To dilute my sadnessin the wine of the nightin the marvelous crystal of the dark--And I ask myself:
When will the dawn come?
Someone has closed a door--Someone has walked past--The clock has rung three--If only it were She!--
