When in cavernous grounds you seek asleep... Op. 24

When in cavernous grounds you seek asleep,
Think of those who in their slumbers deep,
Once went ahead with their dreamy drear,
And ventured deeper and deeper, without our fear.
O' Think of me when laying down, and think of her,
Who once like statue stood in her unshown bliss,
Right where you now bless your pillows with a kiss,
And she too there, thought of those who had stood before.
O' Ye, who in these grounds' cavernous deeps,
Once more make space for your pillow's rest,
And sighing lay aside all your burdens blest,
O' Think before you dream, ye slumberous sleeps.

Study on Colour: Long jutting jaws of the beast... Op. 23

Long jutting jaws of the beast,
Like obsidian towers arise from darkness,
Glimmering and fading in the pale moon-light,
Appear and disappear, like antechambers of night.
Standing high above, up close to the stars,
Now looking down from your triumphant arch,
Something beneath you gazes back from dark,
Far below the mirages and dancing-dreams,
Apparitions of black spiderweb streams,
The glint of evening star, a street-lamp,
Seen through perpetual pour of chilling rain,
That here dims the vision down the urban plane.
Here, the dream to sleep eternal
Well survives in the windowless wards,
That fill the apartments in coal-black shards,
Rising to meet the sky where no sun dwells.
Finally, the ground through ashy mist viewing,
You see a shroudy wind past oaken floors blowing,
Quickly peeking, then no more, see slits and rifts,
Through which pearly serpents from city's centre,
The golden abode of your jagged horn exit and enter.