Bring forth ye shadow

Time is an abyss -

Profound as a thousand nights;

I sojourn my haste,

I make respites

For what availeth this eager peace?

One step more naught to face,

Save the heirloom fatal kiss.

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, elsehither is naught but sorrow!

For what deemest thou so dear thy blood

When through my veins it could flood? -

Bide to merry-make me unaptly;

And hence grant me the fell gift,

The gift of passing on the dark trick.'

Tis such a brazen act of erotic;

Trifle for thee, yet for me grandly thrift,

O! such an innocence depriv'd so hastily -

Alas, for what deemest thou so dear thy blood

When through my veins it will flood?