Alas, I listen to thee

Alas, Hear the stars that twinkle above me And hasten the moon to sing And glide o'er the branded sky Such sweet sorrow and endless abyss as never seen And awaken me dawn! Awaken and revere to me your sweet passions And sweet sorrows as the moon and stars doth mirror in yours For such ever twins as were to be Then the stars, such glinting beauty And the dawn for weepful goodbyes with the hopes and dreams of the new morrow. Speak to me, red moon! To me red sky and star alike Red for passion and love and sorrow and misery Red for blood and red for love And white that blinks in snow and star, in shaft of light and whirling afar Fear not for me; who 'tis the ear of the world Who beseeches thee and thy together And lets the cadence of the stars and the lullaby of the moon And the serenade of the dawn be all that she hears.