For the night that proudly stretched its wings
In darkest periods of raging time
I sing my verse while my desire clings
On sinful arts reveling and sublime.
In spheres of dream I cross the years again,
Which're forced by strength of youth; completely blind
The narrow-minded rebel struggled when
He was descharged into life's surge to find
The path of beauteous pleasures, patience and
The ride through storms of wicked wilderness.
So steep the coasts so shallow was the land,
So strong the wish so teared the time my dress.
And for my comfort I have got to see
That only dreams will help behind to flee.