Far, far away, O ye
Halcyons of Memory
Seek some far calmer nest
Than this abandoned breast!
No news of your false spring
To my heart's winter bring
Once having gone, in vain
Ye come again

Vultures, who build your bowers
High in the Future's towers
Withered hopes on hopes are spread!
Dying joys, choked by the dead
Will serve your beaks for prey
Many a day