The evening is coming in near
With its dear dark night song
Each day thought away shall steer
For dreams of delirious long
Goodbye to a gleaming dream
That no way was for me to catch
A brook sings its lo-low stream
Tones of the evening to watch
Goodbye my dreams of daylight
You have not answered me yet
Now comes in my darling night
Of satin's silk to let me forget
We'll meet in dreams beyond yore
Where the old time pipes did sing
And nothing shall be as before
Where hours of forget did cling
Oh profound epoch millpond
That lets me stand up or fall
Each tomorrow in you've found
That provides its place and call
(Inspiration, somewhat from: Over the Water by Anna Akhmatova)
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