That echo of the mind
As to wilderness do find
That cave of solitude from
Which does protrude those
Darkest parts of me hidden
From natures light only
Able to roam free at night
In the stillness of the air
As babes do sleep in their
Mothers arms dreaming of
Those sweeter things life
Only full of charms of glory
And the brightness of day
For who dreams of the darkness
And those things it does
Take away in the twinkling
Of an eye yes it is I
Yes it is I