Darkling, listen
For many a time
I have been half in love with easeful d**h
My heart is aching, drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk
Or emptied some dull opiate to drain
One minute past and Lethe-wards had sunk
Darkling, listen
For I will fly to thee
Where youth grows pale and spectre thin and dies
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
Where beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes
Or new love pine at them beyond tomorrow
Darkling, listen
For I will fly to thee
I cannot see what flowers are at my feet
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs
You make me beg or crawl upon my knees
Just for a taste, a decadent perusal
Darkling, listen
For I will fly to thee