A slumber vast and black
C. Coles
A slumber vast and black
Falls on my life.
O sleep all hope;
O sleep all jealous strife.
O nought more can I see,
All mem'ry's gone
Of evil and of good
O hist'ry wan!
What am I but an arch
A hand doth poise
Above a cavern's mouth.
No noise, no noise.