Be still, my love, let thine eyes softly speak,
brilliance outshine the brightest of stars,
I would share all the secrets that they keep
Of thy celestial home from
Sol's mighty golden pride met with disgrace
At thy beauty,
which far surpasses all.
The silver moon hid away her pale face,
As daylight waned, the night refused her call.
Heaven's angels wept with loss and sorrow
When thee departed
their small, lofty clan.
Father time wisely held back tomorrow,
Bidding dawn to await thy sweet command.
Though mere mortal's flesh, may I wear in shame,
an angel's love I would proudly claim.