Still it came passing by The pieces weaved together rose the sun And fooled me with another day The knocking message called for my life Sealed the spell
my return Fifteen alike since I was here Bathed in deep fog, blurring my trail Snuffing the first morning rays Weary from what might have been ages Still
Kept warm by the light of the lantern Lost sight of everything tonight My presence blackens their pattern A pock in the healthy and calm Their scorn