এই পাতাটির মুদ্রণ সংশোধন করা প্রয়োজন।
at Who dares misery love, And hug the form of death Enjoy destruction's dance, To him the Mother connes. Peace. Behold, it comes in might, The Power that is not power, The light that is in darkness, The shade in dazzling light. It is joy that never spoke, And grief unfelt, profound, Immortal life un lived, Eternal death unmourned. It is not joy nor sorrow, But that which is between. It is not night not morrow, But that which joins them in. It is sweet rest in music, And pause in sacred art ; The silence between speaking ; Between two fits of passion. it is the calm of heart.
