| The woods decay and fall | |
| The vapours weep their burdon to the ground | |
| Man comes and tills the fields and lies beneath | |
| And after many a summer dies the swan | |
| When the days of all golden dreams had perished | |
| Even despair was powerless to destroy | |
| Then did I learn how existence could be cherished | |
| And fed without the aid of joy | |
| Then did I check the tears of useless passion | |
| Weaned my young soul from yearning after yours | |
| Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten | |
| Down to that tomb already more than mine | |
| My dreams | |
| My life | |
| Away | |
| Now I'm here | |
| The abyss near | |
| Neverending | |
| And even yet I dare not let it languish | |
| Dare not indulge in memory's repturous pain | |
| Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish | |
| How could I seek the empty world again? | |
| Fall asleep and die in harmony | |
| Under the bright shadow of Dark Suns tragedy... |