If I have wandered this bleak city
in the gloaming hour;
that enchanted hour
when every shadow begets new meaning,
And there strolled lost in the melancholy glow
of gathering dreams.
I have still known in my heart
that the sun so recently bathed
in the blood of dying,
which seems to have forsaken me
to this dark
will yet rise once more,
quiet my fears
and shower me with gold.
Yet, A Heart-of-Night
can find no solace
knowing the day will soon appear.