The moon has set In a bank of jet That fringes the Western sky, The pleiads seven Have sunk from heaven And the midnight hurries by; My hopes are flown And, alas! alone On my weary couch I lie.
I will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.
The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.
How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away
Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.