Lulled are the dazzling colours of the day...

Lulled are the dazzling colours of the day,

And mild the heavens, burnt out like an ash.

Hungry and strange along the shadowed dusk

Walks Melancholy, and with bitter mouth

Sucks the last juices from the sun's ripe fruit.

Now can I sing the sickly lines of love

And of love's failure, spell my sorrows out

In the sad spaces of the gloaming night,

And stooping, huddled, hide me in the dark.

My words were fireless in the flaming sun,

And all the throats of flowers from their content

Puffed back my pinings proudly in my face

And bade me give them tunes to make them dance....

Lean, hungry, like my love the moon looks down

From the white solitudes of Heaven. All aghast

And sterile as the arms of my desire

She flings her light despairing on the sky.

The night is strange and still, for dropping tears,

Or burying hatred in a deep-dug grave.