Of Thought Deep Now

Of thought deep now I Am void and my brain Ticking through the day Needs rest, quiet rest To begin yet Yet another day Another dawn that looks A fresh dawn yet In Its first growing seed Carries with it, in it The sunset, red dusk, Gloom And Night and trembling winter tombs: Await! Await! The trembling skies with trembling stars Are loaded But the frost and the chill augment The gloom That be our destiny Of mask the joy Joy be a mask, not more Below the doom Of misery and gloom. Noble the verses remain And the more sad More noble grow and shine But still the night Dark in the background Shines ominous: the doom Of all of us that joy at times Rare, medium, many Yet to a path we come where Before us we behold the wraiths The shrieking bats, rivers Worse than Styx and hideous shrouds And grey, grey shadows pacing Restless here and there: And In this torpid scenery and time Let me in the arms of Morpheus Fall: My mask will fall and so I will the other masks to fall And in the gloom that rises still Mist-like around me cowering The silent spirit with damp hand Skeletal: I find in sleep the doom Of my days, the film Of all that passed, the close, The falling of the curtains End of scenes, the drama ends And I will speak no more No, nor more sing