Sleep brings no joy to me

Remembrance never dies

My soul is given to misery

And lives in sighs ...

The shadows of the dead,

My waken eyes may never see,

Surround my bed

That from which they sprung - eternity



Beneath the turf

The silent dead



Sleep brings no wish to knit

My harrassed heart beneath

My only wish is to forget

In the sleep of death

Death is my joy

I long to be at rest

I wish the damp earth covered

This desolate brest



Beneath the mould

The silent dead



But the glad eyes around us

Must weep as we have done

And we must see the same gloom

Eclipse their morning sun



Oh not for them - Should we despair

The grave is drear - But they're not there

Their dust is mingled - With the sod

Their pale souls - Are gone, to god



Well, may they live in ecstasy

Their long eternity of joy

At least I wouldn't bring them down

With me to weep, to groan

And what's the future

A sea beneath the cloudless sun

A mighty, glorious, dazzling sea

Stretching into infinity



My inner sanctum

R.I.P