Frank Devenport - Spleen lyrics

When the low sky presses like a lid On my spirit, heavy with pain And all the wide horizon is Curtained by a dark day, most sad than night; When the earth is changed into a dank dungeon Where hope, like a bat fluttering blindly Beats his wings against the walls And dashes his head on the rotten ceiling; When the long lines of gray rain Reaching down, become the bars of a huge prison And loathsome spiders, like silent people Stretch threads to the depths of my brain; Suddenly the bells jerk wildly And hurl to the sky a horrible shriek Like some wandering and landless spirit Wailing in despair; And long hearses without drums, without music File slowly by my soul, Hope, vanquished Weeps, and despotic agony Plants on my bent skull its flag of black