The stars do wan, O Evenstar,
As thee do wandereth afar
Under the heavy arms of night,
Do thee see now, how he was right?
The wind doth sing, O elven queen,
And gone are many things that have been,
What do the chill song say to thee,
Is this what thy life was ment to be?
The rain is falling, O faded amor*
What hope is left lies beyond this shore
And thy people do dwelleth there,
But do not cry now, sweet maiden fair.
The moon doth shine so, O mortal maid,
Through the velvet of the night displayd
Thy tear doth fall on darkend path;
This hue is dead, my Queen.
*amor is latin for love