I saw a star slide down the sky Blinding the north as it went by Too buring and too quick to hold Too lovely to be bought or sold Good only to make wishes on And then forever to be gone

O beauty, are you not enough; why am I crying after love.

Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery.

Let this single hour atone For the theft of all of me

One by one, like leaves from a tree, / All my faiths have forsaken me.

With my singing I can make, a refuge for my spirit's sake; a house of shining words, to be my fragile immortality.

A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring.