I

O solemnity
In ***** lay.
Mid the night
Dark, tame
Do I find myself.
Aloft, the waxing crescent,
The astros abounding,
The sundry spatial bodies
Strangers to comprehension–
The millenary muses!

II

In my room
I am received
By penumbra and solace;
By heavy eyes and heart;
By remembrances
Of erstwhile love;
By silence pervading.

III

I, so dreamward,
‘Twixt reality and repose,
Anon descend
Unto a state
Of muscular impediment–
Plane of nought
Comparable to Death!

IV

O dawn of morn
I now wake
To the dawn of morn.
Sweet slumber so absconded.
Anew to live
Another day
Of spirit solemn
And lame.
Wherefore not eternal slumber?