My dear,
See me upon the glittering stars,
E'en with thy most cruel stare
For each stare thou lay'st,
Is a kiss to repel my sorrow,
And as a replenishment of my moribund soul
O' night flower,
Your redolent scent of my deepest sorrow,
And the sweetness within
Night beauty,
My night flower,
Escort me to death,
For this grievance,
Compelling my heart
Which is now, yours.