I hear, its strange call strangely hid
In christening darkness I see it,
An answer it does forbid.
Weird and bold it calls
Wordless and beautiful
Horrifying, and that which is all.
I hear it, its strange call strangely hid
Which blooms in all life
And among us does live.
That song without music,
That dreamless dream
I do hold it close, and never use it.
I hear it, its strange call strangely hid,
It shines in your eyes
And laughs with the flies
"Do you see? See, the disguise?"