Curse the night I was born, as I beheld,
Springeth he like asters from her vicious womb;
She bled mass stars that curs'd all the sky
Horror bound me against the crags of stone,
And even the Earthquake-Fiends were silenced
Chain'd to the mountaintop, my heart was rent

The dandelion was plucked from the sky,
My soul wept as the shadow increased
He made to sleep the flowers and the trees,
The beasts all laid down their mighty heads;
Their souls were suck'd dry by the Creation
What season seizes fast the lyre with balm?

Alas, it is a cloudless, sunless day;
As the world died, I hid myself in tears

[pt 2]

A shade of sleep pass'd a veil o'er my eyes,
Not like themstatues of defeat
And I dreamt

In one room I saw a candle,
And in another, a votive wreath
A candle to pierce the darkness,
And I saw an old man sitting, sitting,
And he was alive!