Under stars, under veils,
The twilight hangs dim tonight.
Soft and thru patterns,
Like light feathered footsteps on ethereal moon fields,
In blows the wind from the lonely October.

Dreams of vague and autumn days,
Spent dancing thru flower fields with you...
Together we saw my reckoning,
And what we're becoming.

Even now, in the end,
I stand enthralled by this lake of constant sorrow,
And you, that was most dear to me,
Shall remain with me for an eternity on end.