How beautiful you are
Beneath this beautiful star,
Beneath this fateful sky,
Which turned, and made you cry.
Priestess! how well you listen!
Beneath these stars, which glisten,
In the valley of the sky,
Which changed, and almost made you die.
I loved this world—but loved you too late.
How well I focus now
On you. I wonder. I wonder how
Your fate is my fate.
It is too dark not to see.
You fly directly down
To love me—with a frown.