Where once brigades of light did light,
The darkest times of darkest night,
Teardrop candles, remain abreast,
In dust, the candelabra rest.
Where light and music made a ball
And phantoms danced upon the wall,
And where whispers behind a fan,
Gave mention of a courtesan.
Where dreams gave birth to fantasy,
Desires to sensibility,
A world of boldness, care and dare,
A time of time beyond compare.
In dust, the candelabras rest,
Each teardropped candle, cold abreast.
Time's once sweet morrow, dried e'er more:
I rise in sorrow, close the door.