Gate of Desolation.

Though dawn takes the sky with her eye-lid, and the sun wraps the day up in her smile, it matters not to me. Though the treasures of the dark flood through my veins, and aboundance of the sea lay bare on my breast, it matters not to me. It matters not to me at all! Though on every side of me desolation bronzes and decimeted wild life unfolds as a tale that is told. It matters not me at all. oppression has smosched me. sorrow had fondled me. Resignation pampers my nights with captives tears. Though the world bloom and the moon unstrips before the gazing stars, though the sons pleasure ripen at all hours, it matters not to me at all. For misery had set the table before my eyes and despair lit the candle at both ends.