Behind the trellis passes the moon of quietude A dearth of glee, hope ever lapsing Cold and haunted by the caustic past The day's fervour and that drawing tide A pall of late obsession Despondence laden, the waters allayed Imperilling winds on the knoll Sorrow's vine besets, hewn mirth ebbs Ephemeral pleasure, undying dourness The night bell drones a fickle chime
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"...and in the morning and in the years after you'll only remember it as a dream...and it will die...as all dreams must die at waking..."