Sad I sat me by my lattice,
Where the faded flowers,
Withered poppies, seared clematis,
And the damp-mould which begat is
By the long-neglected hours,
Seemed in harmony with my powers.
Thus my life-lamp’s fitful shimmer
Faint and fainter shone;
Thus its fastly-fading glimmer,
Daily growing dim and dimmer,