Once upon a midnight hour,
before I heard his name,
all undead, wordless speech
he cried, and knew no shame.
Now relentless, now so calm,
pressing evermore:
“Go and come, as you wish,
but then return to shore.”

Moon shall set, Sun shall rise
pink clouds turn to gray.
How constant is his love for me;
so changing is the day!
Though my body leave him now,
my heart will ever stay.
Until at last, beside the waves,
forever, I shall lay.