To which the deepened heavy lay

where consciousness sets its twilight way

are the starry eyes that sit at bay,

over many a wandering thought;

But lo’ the sound of dreamers wake

to the torments of what is now at stake

there they see what they did make,

under the laden spells of slumber.

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