I wander lone through caverns deep and drear,
Where shadows whisper of the heart’s old wrong;
Remorse like ravens claws the fading year,
And fear, a gyre, spins wild in endless song.

Trapped in this gloom where no dawn’s light may creep,
The soul cries out to ancient, silent powers;
Loneliness binds me in its iron keep,
A prisoner to the midnight’s thorny hours.

Yet in the dark, a faery voice might call,
To break the chains of this unyielding thrall.