It dwells not in the skies, My Star of Beauty! 'Twas made of her sighs, Her tears and agonies, The fire in her eyes, My Star of Beauty! Lovely and delicate, My Star of Beauty! How could she master Fate, Although she gave back hate Great as my love was great, My Star of Beauty! I loved, she hated, well: My Star of Beauty! Soon, soon the passing bell: She rose, and I fell: Soft shines in deeps of hell My Star of Beauty! |