"I have lain awake in the darkness many nights Thinking of poems, going to sleep on poems, Finally,with the darkness closing on The bright remembered words. I have thought of the darkness Closing on the world, the words of the poems forgotten, All the great beautiful words of the poems Fading from the mind of the world, let go Slowly, unknowingly, as from the mind Of one diseased the light of man's endeavor Fades to the idiot darkness and is lost.