The sun has set
      darkness shrouds the moors
      my eyes are dim
      a deep silence descends outdoors-

     death seems like a friend
     I welcome with no fear
     to beauty I hold
     I'll shed no tear-

    sweeter is the promise beyond
    nothing could be as dear
    all life is a deceptive dream
    its harsh voice I choose not to hear-

   is that a star that does beckon
   above the moors or do I amagine?
   in this my fading hour I reckon
   life and death are one in happy kin.