The City of Dreadful Night

The City of Dreadful Night


Lo, hence, as prostrate, "In the dirt I write My heart's deep languor and my soul's unhappy tears." but why evoke the spectres of black evening To blot the light of exultant years? Why disinter lifeless religion from mouldering hidden? Why holiday the seals of mute melancholy unbidden, And wail life's discords into careless ears?

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