Goddess, the rocks are crumbling into sand;
The moonlight trembles hesitant, as though
Winter with all his winds and hoary snow
Were gathering. Goddess, thy hand,
Which has created shore and rock and ocean
Within my heart, seems cold;
I fear lest thou art growing old
With me—the shattered wreck of my devotion.
Goddess, there is no love in heaven or earth
Without thee, and the stars grow dim with age