Dark is the night

Dark the river, dark the night

And dark is me bending over

Your soul in the dark

Of the love it hides.

Dark is the whisper, dark the breeze

That carries your voice

Bodiless, on the wings of the night.

Dark is the waiting without a clue

And dark is the rock where I brood

Darkly over the mystery of your absence.

Dark is the swamp where the shadows have sunk

Dark the interludes, dark the tide

Over which rides the soul of the night.

Dark is the froth

Now foaming at the mouth

Of the abyss where sleep is sweeping over all.