Come, when the pale moon like a petal Floats in the pearly dusk of Spring, Come with arms outstretched to take me, Come with lips that long to cling.
Come, for life is a frail moth flying, Caught in the web of the years that pass, And soon we two, so warm and eager, Will be as the gray stones in the grass.
I heard a cry in the night, A thousand miles it came, Sharp as a flash of light, My name, my name!
It was your voice I heard, You waked and loved me so — I send you back this word, I know, I know!
I am the still rain falling, Too tired for singing mirth — Oh, be the green fields calling, Oh, be for me the earth!
I am the brown bird pining To leave the nest and fly — Oh, be the fresh cloud shining, Oh, be for me the sky!
I asked the heaven of stars What I should give my love — It answered me with silence, Silence above.
I asked the darkened sea Down where the fishers go — It answered me with silence, Silence below.
Oh, I could give him weeping, Or I could give him song — But how can I give silence My whole life long?
Let it be forgotten as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold, Let it be forgotten forever and ever, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
If any one asks, say it was forgotten Long and long ago, As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall In a long forgotten snow.