L’insomnie
The dreamless state be a mighty foe. /
O good Lord do grant it a great below; /
Send forth thy ministers of fierce flame /
The dreamless state be a mighty foe. /
O good Lord do grant it a great below; /
Send forth thy ministers of fierce flame /
O the silence was loud, nay, blaring /
Whereupon every sound thereafter /
could only be likened to thunder /
Alack the torture of frozen time! /
and the ardent boredom of black night!