noon
Ye mock me with your ceaseless life ; For all the hidden springs will flow , And all the blades of grass will grow , When I have neither peace nor strife . And all the long night through , The restless streams will hurry by ; And round the lands , with endless roar , The white waves fall upon the shore , And bit by bit devour the dry . Even thus , but silently , Eternity , thy tide shall flow -- And side by side with every star Thy long-drawn swell shall bear me far , An idle boat with none to row . My senses fail with sleep ; My heart beats thick ; the night is noon ; And faintly through its misty folds I hear a drowsy clock that holds Its converse with the waning moon . Oh , solemn mystery ! That I should be so closely bound With neither terror nor constraint Without a murmur of complaint , And lose myself upon such ground ! ` Rubbish ! '