I have a mind to know,
what fate doth seal my lover.
Where destiny hath taken,
her slender figure and light feet.
Does she sleep upon the moor,
lying in purple clumps of heather,
her chestnut hair caressing fair skin,
lying pallid and cold by the turns of the weather?
her tears invisible for the gray sea surrounding,
and mother stands crying on the shore,
as she bids farewell to her daughter.
Perhaps my lover had seen it fit,
to dream final dreams in the trees.
The wind sweeping through blowing the blossoms,
to rest on her fair cheek yet lit.
But life soon ceased and no fire was kindled,
the light of thy beautiful face gone.
A rose once bright, a star in the night,
is faded like the grass that withered.
And so beauty fails,
mortal love forever broken.
And all that ever will prevail,
is eternal kingdoms unspoken.
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