Sank through the cloudland stretched twixt you
and me,
Plunged through the thunder where firmaments
rocked riven,
So gave the kiss which set your spirit free.
We must go hence, when flames the tyrant morning,
We shall go hence at breaking of new day;
We, like the stars strange midnight lands adorning,
We must go hence, steal separately away.
Yet, like the stars, perchance we may glide burning