AT even, when the roseate deeps
    Of daylight dim from heaven’s bars,
The soul her earth-worn garment slips,
    And naked stands beneath the stars;

And there unto that river vast,

    That mighty tide of night whose girth,
With splendid planets, brimming past,
    Doth wash the ancient rim of earth,

She comes and plunges in; and laves
    Her weariness in that vast tide,

That life-renewing deep, whose waves
    Are wide as night is wide.

Then from the pure translucent flow
    Of that unplumbed, invigorate sea,
Godlike in truth’s white spirit glow