This much I sat,
So nigh ere walked,
But silent stops,
My justly way;

At last parts there,
Hence my gaze struck,
This much we hear,
Footsteps on grass
Breathe airs beauty,
That shone my life;
Whence brood follow,
As they walk slow,
So too we go,

Now towards this,
The cliff thus stood
With trees invite
Her sanctum fair,
Above the way lit,
A sun ere part
Had for gleam made,
Sad no ere fade;
My brother Moon
Dreams a night there
So silent woke.

The stars reign, ah;
So effect thus:
Called me a life
Once found, gone forth,
The path walked she
Soon turns and smiles.

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