As star moves starward through wildering night.
AVERLAINE: Our souls have mingled as flame with flame,
Yea, they have mingled as light with light.
ARKELD: Ah God, ah God, that it never had been!
AVERLAINE: The Shadow, the Shadow that falls between!
ARKELD: The stars in their courses move through the sky
Unswerving, unheeding, cold and blind.
AVERLAINE: Why did you linger nor pass me by
Where the cross-roads meet in the ways that wind?
ARKELD: I saw your eyes from the dusk of your hair