Back to Times of Splendor

Back at last from yearning splendor When the nightly drama came to a close Support the morning sun inviting us to idleness The hour calls for secrecy Silently, we'd slip out to the lake And I stumble as of vertigo Can't await the sound of gentle wave

It came from dismal shadows Creeping, sudden, from behind. fell upon my merry whistle darkened me at heart and sight. Back with me, one again with the memory Again I behold the ruins that I left when I was all devoured by wrath. Last night out in the