Adieu

Dim the day, dim the light! I need no glimpse or glance. Mute the beat, still the feet I care not to sing or dance Bland the sweet, stinch the flower No desire to taste nor smell Halt the minute, stop the hour If only time will tell Pour the tea, sip the leaf steeped in anger, stirred in rage Close the book, I'll read no more! Done with turning page to page Love is over, as I with you Save your riddle and your rhyme No yearning here for troubled thoughts So long to wasted time.