There beneath the starlit sky,
upon grey grass you did lie.
Enthralled by the velvet night,
your eyes were lost in sea of lights.
Words you sang were soft and sweet,
yet a sadness tinged them deep;
For cruel gods have given thee
a hope, a love, never to be.

O maiden beneath unnumbered stars,
gracing the dark night everlast.
Lying upon soft grey grass,
there you clutched your aching heart.
Hidden behind a veil of lace,
tears streamed down your fair white face.
Sighing as you tossed and turned
waiting in vain for his return.