Don't cast away
This handful passion of the bygone day
Which flows like running water soft and light
Beneath the cool and tranquil fountain
At dead of night
In pine-clad mountain
As vague as sighs, but you
Should e' er be true.
The moon is still so bright
Beyond the hills the lamp sheds the same light
The sky besprinkled with star upon star
But I do not know where you are
It seems
You hang above like dreams
You ask the dark night to give back your word
But its echo is heard
And buried though unseen
Deep, deep in the ravine
