I rave no more 'gainst Time or Fate, For lo! my own shall ne'er come to me, Yet! - Who doth my future narrate? Dim the lights - I cannot see! Bring forth ye Shadow! - With whom danceth thou? Time hath stopp'd - Yet for others ne'er halteth; For me the Pages of Life do not turn, Lo! - on the funeral pyre they burn. The oh so eathing Velvet Darkness they fear - Heed! - wherefore delve a burrow, When in my arms "O! Come here"? - I say, elsewhither is naught but sorrow!