The Song of Siva

’T is Night; all the Sirens are silent,
  All the Vultures asleep;
And the horns of the Tempest are stirring
  Under the Deep;
’T is Night; all the snow-burdened Mountains
  Dream of the Sea,
And down in the Wadi the River
  Is calling to me.

’T is Night; all the Caves of the Spirit
  Shake with desire,
And the Orient Heaven ’s essaying
  Its lances of fire;
They hear, in the stillness that covers
  The land and the sea,
The River, in the heart of the Wadi,
  Calling to me.

’T is night, but a night of great joyance,
  A night of unrest;⁠—
The night of the birth of the spirit
  Of the East and the West;
And the Caves and the Mountains are dancing
  On the Foam of the Sea,
For the River inundant is calling,
  Calling to me.