Time is an abyss -

Profound as a thousand nights;

I sojourn my haste, I make respites

For what availeth this eager pace?

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, elsewhither 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