Where forest stream went through the wood
And silent all the stens there stood
Of tall trees, moveless, hanging dark
With mottled shadows on their bark.
There I stand, no voice, no sound,
My beating heart a sigh profound,
Here I am, and here to stay,
Awaiting end of fading day.
Looking out to gentle sky,
To watch the ravens flying by,
I close my eyes to feel the breeze,
Standing by the swaying trees.
Now I turn to look and see,
The light of eventide fading free,
As cloak of dark now comes to earth,
The dawning of new night's rebirth.
As faint as deepest sleeper's breath,
An echo came as cold as death,
Long are the paths, of shadow made,
Where no foot's print is ever laid.
Farewell now to day so plain,
Farewell now to weeping rain
And mist and cloud and heavens air
Now greet the moon so blinding fair.
Farewell now blade and bloom and grass
That see the changing season pass
Farewell sweet earth and northern sky
Forever blessed but here we die.
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