...and many a moon shall rise...

and lead me into the cold embrace of the night

Here we drown in our grief, drown in an absence of light.

Here is no shelter; no escape from our heart.

Entwined in this tragic embrace I fear and bemourn to depart.

When the shadows fall, and the sun sets in us all...

Just silent hopes remain and the aching grief that grows into a bottomless vale I fall

O, I give myself away... Away!

Far away!

To this dim and misty place.

My heart reflects the night...

Languid moonshine I bath my skin in thee

O may thy beauty be revealed in me.

Silent winds, whisper to me thy songs of solitude and joy