Lo good night what dreams may follow
when the sleep is fraught with dark
murky brethren within the hollow
making the mind brim with froth;
at the breaking of the shallows.
To what sight does the day break light
when the folly are all encumbered
the stormy dismay of many falling
to the waking of those in slumber.
Tis’ the tidaling among the crash
as fallen walk from hiding
the ox and lion graze freely
as it veils the well upon rising.