Chapter XX

The shadow of Dawn; Stillness and stars and over-mastering dreams Of Life and Death and Sleep; Heard over gleaming flats the old unchanging sound Of the old unchanging Sea.

My soul and yours-- O hand in hand let us fare forth, two ghosts, Into the ghostliness, The infinite and abounding solitudes, Beyond--O beyond!--beyond . . .

Here in the porch Upon the multitudinous silences Of the kingdoms of the grave, We twain are you and I--two ghosts Omnipotence Can touch no more--no more!