Dimly it burns, oh!
Dimly the flame burns,
The light of my inner lamp
Ever so dimly burns!
The cavern of this mind forlorn
Is pining for I know not what;
The sinking solitary sieving eve
Doth cast the pinkish glow ashore.
Time it is for this cooing self
To greet departing withering bye;
Wherefrom, then, this lurking light
Gushed glowing in this heart supine?
Right on the brink of this mutinous self
Some hidden pining warmth doth peek
Making this heart lightly blink,
I know not why, with a hidden hint.
Come, me Lord! Come; greet the doors
Of this lonesome, seething solitary self
Long pining in its secluded serge;
A solace be to this heaving elf !