In a time of darkness

In a dark time the eye begins
I have my shadow in the deepening shadow;
I hear my echo echo in wood
A Lord of the natural wine to a tree.
I live between the heron and the roitelet,
Animals on the hills and the snakes of the cave.

What is madness, but the nobility of the soul
Across the fact? The day in flames!
I know that the purity of pure despair,
My shadow stuck against a wall to sweat.
The space between the rocks is a cave,
Or way? The edge is what I have.

A storm regular correspondence!
A night with birds, which flows, a moon in shreds,
And in large and twelve days, come again!
A man is good to know what it is --
Even death in a long night tearless,
All forms of natural light illuminating nature.

The nightfall, my light dark, dark, and my wish.
My soul, like a little heat-maddened stolen,
Allows the totals of the threshold. What I am I?
A man, I fell from my fear.
The spirit of itself, and the Spirit of God,
And one is free in the turmoil of the wind.