'Nary a whisper shook me that night
For it was the silence that held me so tight
And told me my name, in its humble way
But I should forget it the very next day
Such is the world, and so does it say
Will I remember, when light gives away?
I shouldn't think so, for memory does sleep
Perhaps it's too ghastly and buried too deep
Or perhaps it will find me one day when it may
Let me be gone before then, or so do I pray