An iron curtain befalls the night, And heavy becomes the heart; In the Cimmerian shade where life goes onDaydreams are the lightThat which polish misgivings with a fool’s paradise;
I swim in Eden, the garden of Promised Land, Where the water glistens in endless draft, And hungry bellies fed to delight, Where beastly sins have no bedrock, And our essence never marred;
I dream as if my eyes are wide, And my feet soreless; A reverie in which my grieving bosomIs nimble and scarless, And I am finally free, unrestrainedTo be, to love, to sleepIn hushed serenity;
But the hour is impolite, And the weight I unveiled recoils As the candle of waking life Kindles the morning dew, And my eyes sheepishly emerge once more from my starlit flight
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