Nocturnal Void by Frowning Lyrics

Thy soul shall find itself alone
’Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone—
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy


II

Be silent in that solitude
Which is not loneliness—for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee are again
In death around thee—and their will
Shall overshadow thee: be still


III

The night, tho’ clear, shall frown—
And the stars shall look not down
From their high thrones in the heaven
With light like Hope to mortals given—
But their red orbs, without beam
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever

IV

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish
Now are visions ne’er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more—like dew-drop from the grass


V

The breeze—the breath of God—is still—
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy—shadowy—yet unbroken
Is a symbol and a token—
How it hangs upon the trees
A mystery of mysteries!