The Dark Glen
As we drop downward we shall lose the moon
That in high heaven kept pace with us all night.
What matter? I am wearied of her light.
Between the crags we shall not see the sun
Kindle the fell-top with his earliest ray.
What matter though we slumber through the day?
What, lose the golden days the silver nights,
For which so eagerly we climbed the steep?
Love, I am weary, and I long for sleep.
Yet, rapt in slumber, we'll not even know,
Lost in blind dreams, that we together rest.
I only know sleep comes, and sleep is best.
That in high heaven kept pace with us all night.
What matter? I am wearied of her light.
Between the crags we shall not see the sun
Kindle the fell-top with his earliest ray.
What matter though we slumber through the day?
What, lose the golden days the silver nights,
For which so eagerly we climbed the steep?
Love, I am weary, and I long for sleep.
Yet, rapt in slumber, we'll not even know,
Lost in blind dreams, that we together rest.
I only know sleep comes, and sleep is best.
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