O darkness, if in thy arms I could rest
For a wihle 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 darkling day
Croon me inte 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
Sere thy goblet to me
Let me drink to the last drop

The sweet opiate of dreams:

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