Silence of the night , a sad, nocturnal silence--
Why does my soul tremble so?
I hear the humming of my blood,and
a soft storm passes through my brain.
Insomnia! Not to be able to sleep, and
yet to dream. I am the autospecimen
of spiritual dissection, the auto-Hamlet
!To dilute my sadnessin the wine of the
night in the marvelous crystal of the dark--
And I ask myself: When will the dawn come?
Someone has closed a door--
Someone has walked past--
The clock has rung three--If only it were She!--