ABSTRACT
Into the wild and wondrous world they sway; No thinker who hath read their mystic law;
No Poet who hath weaved them in his lay.
Else had he known that through the human breast Cross and recross a thousand fleeting gleams,
That, passed unnoticed in the day's unrest, Come out at night, like stars, in shining dreams;
That minds too busy or to dull to mark The dim suggestions of the noisier hours,
By dreams in the deep silence of the dark, Are roused at midnight with their folded powers.
