What do you think of when alone at night?Do not the things your mothers spoke about,Before they took the candle from the bedside,Rush up into the mind and master it,Till you believe in them against your will?
Time drops in decay,Like a candle burnt out,And the mountains and woodsHave their day, have their day;
Time drops in decay, Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day;