And now the deep and ominous veil
Has cast opalescence asplay
And left the rushing winds
A distant memory on their way;
The greyness sits on the shoulders
Of the thoughts of the darkness to come,
In the distance faint images of fingers
Flexing the night's strings to strum;
Gone, the brave and optimistic light
Which stood in the sky so tall
Banished beneath the suffusive cloak
Across which the starry night sprawls
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