His rayless night ’s without a moon;
His life’s bright zenith ’s clouded o’er,
To him the stars will rise no more.
No sunny scenes illume his way,
The flowers bloom and then decay,
The planets daily set and rise
Before those yearning, sightless eyes.
To him, all life is one long night,
The season’s change brings no delight;
His vacant orbs scan nothing new,