Wreathed in silence, laid down in shades Swathed in regrets, deluded astray Forgotten in half-light, drawn in despair Soothed in slumber so dreadful and fair
Rending and searing and twisting my dreams Alone in the gloom with the nightmares unseen
The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun
The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one: Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done
Worthless the pledges, all vows but lies Fateful her kisses, where a serpent hides First beckoned to step from the twilight to glare Then left in the dark for the demons to share
The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun
The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one: Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done
Only the stars see, only the moon hears...
And quietly the water-lilies sigh Like the last breath of a weary soul And the weed sway in the dreary waters Like a girl’s dark hair they wave about
And the black stones under my bare feet Cold and smooth like her milk-white palm And the silence which falls upon this shore Resounds now louder than oncoming storm