I gave her eyes my own to take
and round she turned my sake
I met a girl down in the meads
A fading rose was on her cheeks
Her honey eyes were dreaming wild
Full beautiful, a fairy-child
And on the floor she's all alone
I sit upon this cold, grey stone
And the stars through the spears
My heart waters full of tears
Run in blood down the wall
for another give You ease
You are called by what You do
Into spheres, spheres we see
I fell my strength to fade
Almost asleep, my only sake
She spoke the word, used the clue
And the fields, black and bare
The eternal winter's there
Fed with cold, fearless hands
in a rich and fruitful land
And the sun does never shine
In what distant deeps or skies
burned the fire of Your eyes