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.