In the motionless black of night,
Though my bleared eyes stare in the grave, for they see
Not even the glow-worm’s light;
Yet still I can see that to buried be
Is a sweet and a happy thing,
For I sing my Song in the House of Death,
And this is the Song I sing:
Welcome - slimy - worm - with - sightless - head -
Blindly - burrowing - in - the - fearful - night -
Happy - shouldst - thou - be - for - lack - of - sight -