Dream Recalled On Waking - Darkseed

…and after a many summer dies the swan

it withers slowly in thine arms

all night long amorous anthems sung

it’s tears on your cheeks, history of the fall

Sweet is the breath of night,

with charms of earliest birds

close over us the silver-star, thy guide

dying embers, our only light

But see the many-coloured prime retired to rest

thy loud-tongued blood demands supplies

honour and beauty are but dreams,

big alike with wounds and dart

Like fiery dews that melt

the swan’s soul into boughs does glide

flaming swords forbiddeth, they banish me from you

remembrance of a bitter loss

Ruined love, when it’s built anew, grows fairer,