The Song of Siva

’Tis Night; all the Sirens are silent,
   All the Vultures asleep;
And the horns of the Tempest are stirring
   Under the Deep;
’Tis Night; all the snow-burdened
   Mountains Dream of the Sea,
And down in the Wadi the River
   Is calling to me.

’Tis 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.

’Tis 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.