9 May, 2017 / "What darkly seeming demons knock"

What not to dream, we dream of now

That silence freely screaming falls

And frozen we, so chained to folly rocks

Let darkly dreamt and seeming demons knock

That we would weave our own dark pall, and they-

Those angels sent for our redemption call, to pray

And we, forgetting hopes for worries weary answer "nay,

We will in sleeping lock our hearts away"