Ah! Setting moon slip not away so soon.
Do not dim my lonely road. Dark lies dale
Ahead; the pine-shadows silently loom
Wind-rustled arms to hide thy face so frail.
When over rim I saw thy silver eye
Emerge ever-sweet as my lover’s glance
I felt I beheld in thy mirror’s rise
Her simple smile when last we did dance.
Might now she see thee rising in the east
And know how I now yearn without breath
For her touch? How if I had that at least
My heart would not quaver with wind-whipped death?
No, I see at last how empty thou art,
How the road west lies farther than far!