• A bitter cold night
    Welcomed me with open arms
    And tapped upon my window
    To make me look upon its charms.

    It was a night
    I wished not to visit,
    But the moon forced itself upon me,
    And my room was lit.

    The frost on my window
    Shone like the stars
    That danced
    And so tormented me from afar.

    Their beauty unspeakable,
    And achingly so,
    I drank deep the wine
    Of melancholy and woe.

    For in this night
    I think of her,
    For she still makes
    My heart to burn.

    But, alas, she is not here.
    'Tis just I
    Along with
    The night's blue sigh.

    Though she lives in me,
    I inhale rueful bitterness with every breath.
    For she rides upon
    The silent wings of death.

    The moonlight at my window
    Whispers through the frost,
    "Be not ye saddened,
    Be not ye lost."

    I yell aloud,
    For sorrow dwells in my aching heart,
    "How easeth ye my pain, dear sky,
    And how do I of thee become part?"

    The stars reply not,
    Nor does the moon.
    'Tis I alone again
    In my darkened room.

    Oh, why can't we be
    Like the moon and the stars?
    Everlasting beauty that never dies,
    Everlasting beauty for all to regard.

    My thoughts once more
    Turn to her
    Lost beauty
    That I still yearn.

    I long to see her,
    To feel her gentle caress,
    To melt the frost on my window,
    To melt the frost in my breast.

    Wherever she runs to,
    I will miss her with my heart.
    To the moon or through the stars,
    I will follow with my sad heart.