The sweeping dark

This sweeping dark, these dusks

I ask you questions

But you are earless

Without heart. And no reflection

In this mirror, this sweeping dark

The coldest shiver. Look down

All the appartitions quiver

A pall of tales, the sweeping dark

The dusk, the empty park

And jumpers. No reflection

And all the silver, the hidden moon

The unbidden wings of gloom

Sit o'er the sky, this sweeping dark

These dusks, an empty heart

When all the sails fall becalmed

When all the views in minds high film

Have so few and seem so ill

The sweeping dark comes o'er the scene

And all to come, and all that's been

And yet in all, as sure as must

Some dawn will always follow dusk.