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Eternities before the first-born day, / Or ere the first sun fledged his wings of flame, / Calm Night, the everlasting and the same, / A brooding mother over chaos lay.
And whirling suns shall blaze and then decay, / Shall run their fiery courses and then claim / The haven of the darkness whence they came;
Back to Nirvanic peace shall grope their way.
So when my feeble sun of life burns out, / And sounded is the hour for my long sleep, / I shall, full weary of the feverish light, / Welcome the darkness without fear or doubt, / And heavy-lidded, I shall softly creep / Into the quiet bosom of the Night.