And yet not you alone, twilight and burying ebb,Nor you, ye lost designs alone—nor failures, aspirations;I know, divine deceitful ones, your glamour's seeming;Duly by you, from you, the tide and light again—duly the hinges turning,Duly the needed discord-parts offsetting, blending,Weaving from you, from Sleep, Night, Death itself,The rhythmus of Birth eternal.