Upon an autumn day so cold
I shall return at last;
Recall sweet springtime sighs, behold
An image from the past.
I shall not cry as my steps near,
From memories withdrawn.
Perchance I’ll meet the melodies
Of new autumnal dawn.
O baleful, wicked laws of time,
Which soothe a spirit’s woes!
Yet erstwhile moans will never chime,
Past howls you’ll never know.
This flame won’t burn my blinded eyes
In a past dream’s mad flight.
And soul allayed will realize
That day outdarkens night.