For the night that proudly stretched its wings

In darkest periods of raging time



I sing my verse while my desire clings

On sinful arts reveling and sublime.



In spheres of dream I cross the years again,

Which're forced by strength of youth



Completely blind

The narrow-minded rebel struggled when

He was discharged into life's surge to find.



The path of beauteous pleasures, patience and

The ride through storms of wicked wilderness.



So steep the coast so shallow was the land,

So strong the wish so teared the time my dress.

And for my comfort I have got to see

That only dreams will help behind to flee.