In this empty room,
There is not the comfort of a ticking clock,
Determined that the deathly day,
Should come as quick as a happy drunken hour fades,
Headlong and resentful into another summer's day,
Forward, forward!, courage, decay,

Sleep, sleep!
Sleep and welcome that anodyne oblivion,
That transcending god who makes misery blind,

Sleep, sleep and suffer not,
Revel in the victory over a world full of ugly truths
Nausea heralds the wake of another day.