The woods decay and fallnThe vapors weep their burden to the groundnMan comes and tills the fields and lies beneathnAnd after many a summer dies the swannnWhen the days of all golden dreams had perishednEven despair was powerless to destroynThen did I learn how existence could be cherishednAnd fed without the aid of joynnThen did I check the tears of useless passionnWeaned my young soul from yearning after yoursnSternly denied its burning wish to hastennDown to that tomb already more than minennMy dreamsnMy lifenAwaynNow I'm herenThe abyss nearnNeverendingnnAnd even yet I dare not let it languishnDare not indulge in memory's repturous painnOnce drinking deep of that divinest anguishnHow could I seek the empty world again?nnFall asleep and die in harmonynUnder the bright shadow of Dark Suns tragedy...