I wrest upon a dreamless night
The loss I felt from you
And sleeve my mind for moment’s sake
So I might sense adieu
A flash of dash comes rushing in
Like Ickabod, I wake
To heavy hooves and shadow lines
That bear its evil make
This page put-down cannot lift up
Like Damian, it dines
On devil dares and furied bolts
And proof that comes on vines
Now mare begone and celebrate
God’s morning gives revolt
This day of dreams I am upon
And now can rest his molt
