This twilight wears the beauty of the mourning
A statue in the garden weeps in vein
Declining in a bliss of the unfolding
Of an inscrutable shawl of the grave
The onyx balustrade is cloaked in a vespertine dusk
All that is worth of care is dead
It’s frozen in the eternal marble
The urns and the stones, the solemn wreaths
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Those forest-groves are darkening an evening
They’re hiding all the secret precious things
From the eyes of those who don’t deserve the living
Who cannot see through the voil of a mist
The merciless time will turn its wheel
And many more will enter night
Death shall judge what is true
Rot shall clean off the shapes
After all the slime is gone
Only bones will remain
A limpid cloud moves through sordid ruins
It poisons subtly with sorrows and decay
Declining with the things that only matter
And cursing everything that’s coming in their place
All that is worth of care is dead
It’s frozen in the eternal marble
The urns and the stones, the solemn wreaths
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