The sun of yore
Still shines on thee
“I fear her light!”,
Cried Night to me.
The brightest star
Plunged in the sea
“For she's herein -
Ye needs not me!”.
Yet wretched I be
For all I see -
A dark abyss
Surrounding me.
“For heaven’s sake!”,
I sob, I plea,
“Her light - her bright -
Shines not for me!”