Fleet are his feet and his heart apart.

Fading away,

(Fleet are his feet

And his heart apart)

Fading away.

In the shed light of the sun,

The thoughts from mine that run.

I solitary stand

In some vast gloomy land.

With steadfast sadness now

'Neath the awful heavens how

A little foam of flame

To a pit without a name.

The small flames murmur and flicker and sway,

Nor night, nor twilight, nor dawn, nor day.

And the limbs lie wearied, and all desire

But a pair of eyes that gaze at a fire.

Where I last night came

And never asked my name.

I, who have no abode,

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