Sister of summer, sweet sighing duende Why are you so sad and pale? The dawn sings litanies of your graces that make The high sun itself mourn and quell!
Flower of autumn, with your crown of fire Heart-seized and enraptured your eyes do make me, Flash skies of dark'ning thunder in them And the stars that bestir the crystal-cold seas.
Daughter of snow and ice-kissed queen Your name is a prayer unfit for my lips The white rose of your face the only dream I would dream When the sun's burnt the last of its wick.
Lady in the orchards, brave lady, your tears are ever pearls For spring has come and dawn has come But I will never be the one to lead them in.