Black rain is falling in the darkness.
I cannot find my soul; through the starkness
And terrible emptiness and dreariness
It is lost somewhere, or has crossed
The finite — or infinite — distance
To the Night of all nights, Non-existence.

Shall I call to it? Shall I plunge on
And on through the blind rain-dungeon
That has walled me about with its drenching beat?
Shall I say " Come back!" Shall I pray?
Is there light anywhere — and to-morrow?
Is night all — and soul-drowning sorrow?

Am I but a shudder in the darkness?
Am I but a stare, which the starkness
Pushes back impotent upon itself?
My soul was a star — at the Pole!
Come back, soul, for I want you!
Come, and earth never again shall daunt you!