Among the trees and fallen golden leaves I pace.
In dress of silver I am clad and sandals white embrace my
feet.
I shall forever praise the stillness of this forest and
stars so bright in light shall crown my head.

Oh where is my beloved?
He is lost. The peace and beauty had ensnared his soul.
He left these shores for better lands and I remained
behind.

I kneel beside the green mound of a secret grave and leave
my heart now to its final rest.
Come, read a dirge and praise my drying blood and dying
soul, behold, Love, how I fall from grace.

Oh Heaven! Open up thy gates for me! I prayed for mercy, not
decay.
The flames of hell below my feet are not a vision or deceit,
no, they are true, they claim my heart and I obey...