The Darkness Brings No Quiet Here, The Light No Waking: Ever On My Blinded Brain The Flare Of Lights, The Rush, And Cry, And Strain, The Engines' Scream, The Hiss And Thunder Smite: I See The Hurrying Crowds, The Clasp, The Flight, Faces That Touch, Eyes That Are Dim With Pain: I See The Hoarse Wheels Turn, And The Great Train Move Labouring Out Into The Bourneless Night. So Many Souls Within Its Dim Recesses, So Many Bright, So Many Mournful Eyes: Mine Eyes That Watch Grow Fixed With Dreams And Guesses; What Threads Of Life, What Hidden Histories, What Sweet Or Passionate Dreams And Dark Distresses, What Unknown Thoughts, What Various Agonies!