Canto 120O pall of black Night
Book 16. Part Seven - Pondicherry Circa 1927 – 1947
O pall of black Night painted with still gold stars,
Hang now thy folds, close, clinging against earth’s bars,
O dim Night!
Then Slumber shall come swinging the unseen
5Gates, and to lands guarded by a screen
Of strange light
Set out, my soul charioted on a swift dream
From earth escape slipping into the unknown gleam,
The Ray white.