TILL dawn the wind drove round me. It is past br And still, and leaves the air to lisp of bird, br And to the quiet that is almost heard br Of the new-risen day, as yet bound fast br In the first warmth of sunrise. When the last br Of the sun's hours to-day shall be fulfilled, br There shall another breath of time be stilled br For me, which now is to my senses cast br As much beyond me as eternity, br Unknown, kept secret. On the newborn air br The moth quivers in silence. It is vast, br Yea, even beyond the hills upon the sea, br The day whose end shall give this hour as sheer br As chaos to the irrevocable Past.