The world you created,
If it moved you in the beginning,
If you saw it and approved,
Remains mysterious to me:

Who precedes light and darkness
Equally, but knows the light
From darkness and in themselves
Knows both

(Or was the darkness just a name
For what was never before the light?)

I wish if it were a depth
You could drain it and if a dew would drive it
Off as the morning shows
The surface for itself and makes it blush.