Darkened and damp this many a day.
List how the spirit-breathings come
Upon our ears from the voice sublime
Of him who ruled in the spirits’ home,
Who wrote and sang for the end of time!
Hark how he tells when the time is near,
The bird of the dawn sings all night long
And the fairy legions disappear
When he comes abroad with his matin song.
No spirits forth, nor the rank compound