I From dusk to dawn, the worlds on high In haughty splendor pass -- Give me the friendly worlds that lie At morn upon the grass. II The wood burns down to embers, The embers fall to ashes; But still my heart remembers To warm its cold Decembers At fires beneath your lashes. III I did not see you draw; So swift the thrust you made, I did not feel the blade; 'Twas only when I saw The hate within your eye, Love felt that he must die. IV From Arcady to Avalon Are many roads to go: Through foamy lanes of azure seas, Through mountain trails of snow. I'll take a shorter way, tonight, Adown a moonlit stream; From Arcady to Avalon I'll journey in a dream. |