From "Taliesin: a Masque"

Voices of Unseen Spirits HERE falls no light of sun nor stars; No stir nor striving here intrudes; No moan nor merry-making mars The quiet of these solitudes. Submerged in sleep, the passive soul Is one with all the things that seem; Night blurs in one confusëd whole Alike the dreamer and the dream. O dwellers in they busy town! For dreams you smile, for dreams you weep. Come out, and lay your burdens down! Come out; there is no God but Sleep. Sleep, and renounce the vital day; For evil is the child of life. Let be the will to live, and pray To find forgetfulness of strife. Beneath the thicket of these leaves No light discriminates each from each. No Self that wrongs, no Self that grieves, Hath longer deed nor creed nor speech. Sleep on the mighty Mother’s breast! Sleep, and no more be separate! Then, one with Nature’s ageless rest, There shall be no more sin to hate. Taliesin Spirits of Sleep, That swell and sink In the sea of Being Like waves on the deep, Forming, crumbling, Fumbling, and tumbling Forever, unseeing, From brink to brink! Perishing voices, That call and call From the coves of dream With hollow noises! I hear the sweep Of the tides of sleep, The ocean stream Where the ages fall. But not for these Will I let me die, Though my heart remembers The calling seas; For the cycles fought Till form was wrought And Might had members And I was I. Yet still to you, O Dreams, I turn; Not with a prayer But a bidding to do! I surmount and subdue you; Not without you but through you I shall forge and fare To the chosen bourne. Voices We are ware of a will Cries “Peace, be still!” And our waters cease To a troubled peace. Taliesin Lo, star upon star! They dwell alone Sirius, Altair, Algebar! Their ways are asunder,— Aloof, in thunder They march and flare From zone to zone. But the formless ether Far and far Enfolds their places. Therein together At one they sweep From deep to deep, And over its spaces Star calls to star. Through its waves they reach Beyond their spheres To their fellow fires. Each yearns to each, And the straight wills swerve To a yielding curve, And a moth’s desires Deflect the years. And with urge on urge Of the rippling wave Light speeds through space; The domes emerge; And the halls of Night Behold each light Reveal his face To the vast conclave. The centred Soul By these is known. Its will it wreaks At its own control; But dumb, unseeing, The sea of Being Washes the peaks Where it strives alone. Voices As the dawn awaits The recoiling gates Of the eastern air, We are calm and hear.