As the Shadows Dance

Albeit behind the eyes thou hast (My eyes hold the eventide)

A flame enshroud'd in its blackness (Thro' which I 'hold naught else but the raven)

Burning without the faintest breeze (Sleep my dearest ones)

Teach me, dearest, the reason wherefore thou by such angst mark'd art (Mind not the palling velvet darkness)

Wherefore is here loneliness? (Mark'd art)