The leafs and I entangled dance a harmonie I dare not stain with vain delight And thus embraced we roam the passing eve like a Pillgrim who craves a shelters guiding light I question thee, beloved night to calm my joy So that I not like the weary leaves be strewed For I submitt to thy solitary grace as even springs Life is by winters gaze subdued Lost in a dream I beheld a maiden dance And when she sat down by a sliver stream Plunging her feet in the shallow waves A mist descended, kissed her and fled And all thats before been just and fair Shattered in a rain of crystal shards Each of them a cry, a dream, a tear Nunquam submergiove aut diffugo Ira inflammata mea vita ad salutem nominarit Et solitudo meurn robur Everlasting be the war that I declare Extinguished thy bewitched spark despair Torched the pile upon which you Are gathered still poisoning my weary heart And as the forked fires tongue licks high I wont Lament thy fall But dance around the burning branches urged by furys Call And I again shall not be humble slaves but king to thee Dreams on the barren field did lay strewed Spread their wings rise up with solemn hope imbued Ascend the stary stairs into a plain but dear refuge
strewed, thy, dance, thee, weary