And may a moon shall rise... And lead me into the cold of night Here we drown in our grief Drown in an absence of light Here is no shelter; No escape from heart in this tragic embrace I fear and bemourn to depart
When the fall, And the sun sets in us all...
silent hopes remain And the aching grief That grows into a bottomless vale fall Oh, I give myself away... Away! Far away! To this dim and misty place heart reflects the night...
Languid moonshine I bath my skin in thee may thy beauty be revealed in me winds, whisper to me Thy songs of solitude and joy...