O darkness, if in thy arms I could rest
for a while, and with these earthly eyes
see thy dim smile.
Maid of twilight, lass of duskfall,
hang the Moon on the sky's arch.
Soothe the weight of a darkening day,
croon me into the slumber.
Rock here in the birch's lap,
swing in the manor of wind.
Lay down your weary head,
let the blue stars darken.
O silence, if in thy cradle I could sway
like a child, hear the amending song,
the sighing of the shades.
Maid of twilight, lass of duskfall,
serve thy goblet to me.
Let me drink to the last drop,
the sweet opiate of dreams.
Rock here in the birch's lap,
swing in the manor of wind.
Lay down your weary head,
let the blue stars darken.
Ours is the silence,
the echo of ageless night.
A gleam in the blackest of streams,
one fleeing moment.
For vain is all the toil and trouble,
vain is all the heartbreak.
In the end I'll find my solace
in an earthen cradle.
So good night.