Down with the Sun

O darkness, if in thy arms I could rest

For a wihle and with these earthly eyes

See thy dim smile

Maid of twilight, lass of duskfall

Hang the Moon on the sky's arch

Soothe the weight of a darkling day

Croon me inte the slumber:

Rock here in the birch's lap

swing in the manor of wind

Lay down your weary head

Let the blue stars darken

O silence, if in thy cradle I could sway

Like a child, hear the amending song

The sighing of the shades

Maid of twilight, lass of duskfall

Sere thy goblet to me

Let me drink to the last drop

The sweet opiate of dreams:

Ours is the silence

The echo of ageless night

A gleam in the blackest of streams

One fleeing moment

For vain is all the toil and trouble

Vain is all the heartbreak

In the end I'll find my solace

In an earthen cradle

So good night