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The Black Door gapes and the Black Wall rises; Twilight gasps in the grip of Night. Paper and dust are the gems man prizes-- Torches toss in my waning sight. Drums of glory are lost in the ages, Bare feet fail on a broken trail-- Let my name fade from the printed pages; Dreams and visions are growing pale. Twilight gathers and none can save me. Well and well, for I would not stay: Let me speak through the stone you gave me: He never could say what he wished to say. Why should I shrink from the sign of leaving? My brain is wrapped in a darkened cloud; Now in the Night are the Sisters weaving For me a shroud. Towers shake and the stars reel under, Skulls are heaped in the Devil's fane; My feet are wrapped in a rolling thunder, Jets of agony lance my brain. What of the world that I leave for ever? Phantom forms in a fading sight-- Carry me out on the ebon river Into the Night.