A vast universe of such fragile things
The concourse of supernal entities
The fatigued rule of vagaries as kings
A tarriance of languid remedies

The journey into the realm of the mind
Safe within the thoughtless comfort of sleep
Enthralled in visions of such a kind:
little trivial things in our souls we keep

Awake from the Depths to the blinding light
Overwrought with the encroachment of Dawn
Wandering the day, longing for night
Darkness to Day like the king to its pawn

In the amenity of night we flee
Enveloped in the dream, we remain free