147. O my poor loneliness

O my poor loneliness,
You live in thought’s wilderness.
O my poor loneliness,
Your wings are clipped.

O my poor loneliness,
How long must you cherish
The cave of tenebrous night?

O my poor loneliness,
Why do you stay
With the lifeless body of destruction-night?

O my poor loneliness,
The tallest pavilion of Heaven,
The Golden Radiance of Eternity,
Are cancelling the fate of your death
And immortalising the transformed face of your life.