On the very marge of night and day,
In half drowsy state
I was exalted to the yonder space...
'Twas dark, only starlight
Was twinkling in that abode of night.
None remained of me, but hearing and sight.
Before me was the mystery clock
Huge as the sky.
Its arrow had moved to the final division, and then
The voice pronounced,
"The sacred cycle is going to an end!"
