Falling, falling into the hole
Starfall, starfall — to the horizon
This hateful imperfection of her eyes
They swell like orient pearls
Why should they stay?
Pressed by love to go
You don't speak as you think
it cannot be
Your vows to her and me
How shall we find the concord
of your night and day
And I go, oh spite, oh hell,
to vows that would consist
of the wind
So sorrow's heaviness
does heavier grow
Give me your hands if we be friends
Oh peace will not harbour me
since night's swift dragons
cut the skies
Night and silence, are you there?
Weeds of chillness he does wear
So awake when I'm gone
To heaven's breaking fields I come