A fragile space, mourned and not forgotten And arrayed with lights that are slowly fading Echoes! Frail cries from old dreams That gently haunt my darker days A fragile space grey with nostalgia And with regret, full of imagined sorrows But then that dreadful day Amid the prevailing decay When drifting in ghastly silence Despair! The last rays come down All is black and desolate Nothing stirs and nothing sighs Everything is dust So now lacerate my heart And draw the ghost from my veins As draughts of ancient light come pouring down For me, here, to lie in its deathless glow Its embracing warmth, its silent comfort Now the older days have passed me by Like empty thoughts cast aside So into the void and its endless embrace