As we stared beyond the windows there Over all the gardens That have never been And will never grow again How long How long
The shining, winking stars The clouds too high So high Pointing to some final star The dull face of the sky
The sound of the calling Of the distant village bell And all that And all that
The sun is not enough for us Any longer And her smile Though she wears her hat And her cheery rays Do not blanket with their glorious glare The burning body With distorted nimbus I see too well Just beyond my neighbour's house It does not blank out The last sigh of the soul
Whilst the night rejoices profound and still At the edge of your street Both shadow and destroyer But not, alas The comforter