Wallace Stevens - The Curtains in the House of the Metaphysican lyrics

It comes about that the drifting of these curtains Is full of long motions; as the ponderous Deflations of distance or as clouds Inseparable from their afternoons; Or the changing of light, the dropping Of the silence, wide sleep and solitude Of night, in which all motion Is beyond us, as the firmament, Up-rising and down-falling, bares The last largeness, bold to see.