The piteous stars, the miserable men,
All prayed the earth's dark depths to take thee from me,
That so my woe might understand their woe;
And now—I weep.
Yet weep I not for human misery,
N
or for the stars' complaining,
Nor for the river's wailing.
I weep for thee alone, most miserly,
Keep all my tears for thee!
Now I must rock forever empty arms,