Dark Is The Night, The Fire Burns Faint And Low, Hours - Days - Years, Into Grey Ashes Go; I Strive To Read, But Sombre Is The Glow. Thumbed Are The Pages, And The Print Is Small; Mocking The Winds That From The Darkness Call; Feeble The Fire That Lends Its Light Withal. O Ghost, Draw Nearer; Let Thy Shadowy Hair, Blot Out The Pages That We Cannot Share; Be Ours The One Last Leaf By Fate Left Bare! Let'S Finis Scrawl, And Then Life'S Book Put By; Turn Each To Each In All Simplicity: Ere The Last Flame Is Gone To Warm Us By.