The moon silver shone on the bed where she lay.
Her hair was all tousled, as yellow as hay.
The darkling air felt her breath like a mist,
Touched her sweet lips as enchanted they kissed.
"Arise, my love, and come to me,
That we may one forever be."
Like quicksilver, swift from the window he sprang,
Patterned the grasses with dew as he ran,
This night wizard wraith with a star in his eyes,
And she turns in her sleep and so fretfully cries:
"Whither ye go, my love so free,
There I must go and follow thee."
The dawn crimson glowed as she rose from her bed
To flee from the safety of family and stead
To the chill of the forest, her lover to seek,
But the night found her lost, crying, weary, and weak.
"Where are you, love? Oh, come to me,
That we may one forever be."
The night cloaks her longing with chill and despair,
And a crystalline glamour bedazzles the air.
Stricken to death, on the hard ground she lies,
And he gazes upon her with cold starry eyes.
"Arise, my love, and come to me,
That we may one forever be. —
Arise, my love, your spirit free.
Now we shall one forever be."