Falling, falling into the hole
Starfall, starfall-to the horizon
This hateful imperfection on her eyes
They swell
like orient pearls
Why should they stay?
Pressed by love to go
You don't speak as you think
it cannot be!
Your vows to
her and me
How shall we find the concord
of your night and day
And I go, oh spite, oh hell,
to vows that would
consis
of the wind
So sorrow's heaviness
does heavier grow
Give me your hands of we be friends
Oh peace will not
harbour me
since night's swift dragons
cut the skies
Night and silence, are you there?
Weeds of chillness he does
wear
So awake when I'm gone
To heaven's breaking fields I come