There are sullen faces
That hide under cloud,
Only speak to nothings,
Land of creeping night
Grew from childhoods,
All that never hear was
A dance ever breaking,
Only feeling with eyes,
Tearing toll heavy lids
Yet, in childlike dream,
Some faces, they place
Spell joy in their gleam,
Some others have now
In daylight come clean,
Their song, playing on
Above the sullen ones,
Waltzing to new grave.