THE unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor’s drunken soldiers are abed; Night resonance recedes, from the great cathedral gong; A starlit or a moonlit dome disdains All that man is, the fury and the mire of human veins. Before me floats an image, Shade more than man; For Hades’ bobbin bound in mummy-cloth May unwind the winding path; A mouth that has no moisture and no breath Breathless mouths may summon.