Oh, baleful blessing, the wistful wist
Of matters that have not, nor can exist!
Oh, say, have you noticed the gladsome list?
Chill is the air at four a.m.!
You think of your bed with remorseful tears,
Oh, fainting of lilies with broken stem!
While sounds of the silence attack your ears,
The sunflowers love, yet love not them!
Oh, mythic deeds by the sightless seen!
Oh, lovely past of the has not been!