Come with thine unveiled worlds, O truth of night,
  Come with thy calm.  Adown the shallow day,
  Whose splendours hid the vaster world away,
I wandered on this little plot of light,
A dreamer among dreamers.  Veiled or bright,
  Whether the gold shower roofed me or the gray,
  I strove and fretted at life's feverish play,
And dreamed until the dream seemed infinite.

But now the gateway of the All unbars;
  The passions and the cares that beat so shrill,
    The giants of this petty world, disband;
    On the great threshold of the night I stand,
    Once more a soul self-cognizant and still,
Among the wheeling multitude of stars.