I. Time Is Shadow Lyrics

The fire is out, and spent the warmth thereof
This is the end of every song man sings
The golden wine is drunk, the dregs remain :
Bitter as warmwood, and as salt as pain
And hope health have gone the way of love
Into the drear oblivion of lost things Cemetary - I. Time Is Shadow - http://motolyrics.com/cemetary/i-time-is-shadow-lyrics.html
Ghosts go along with us until the end:
This was a mistress; this, perhaps, a friend...
With pale, indifferent eyes we sit and wait
For the dropt curtain and the closing gate
This is the end of every song man sings
James Elroy Flecker