Starry eyes, do thee remember thy people now?
Or are they lost,
Away, over raging seas, which call to thee, cry to thee
In night times deeps, in the cold night,
O Evenstar, as now wans thy light.
In thy dreams, is he there?
Does he call thy name, as thee now despair
At the failing stars, beond thy reach,
In thy weeping heart.
Now sleep, sweet maid, now rest once more,
Amomg the coaxing elanor,
That one did fill thy aching heart,
Thy love is dead, and thee must part.