From cold and distant mountains came
The news that you were gone;
A thousand stars stood silently,
Upon the edge of speech and thought,
While I — I held you one last time:
A shadow, frail and tiny, not
The storm, the ocean wave
You used to be

And there, amid the midnight chill,
I heard a song like summertime;
Like fireflies, the stars,
Those faithful thanes,
Were swarming overhead
To leave the skies in drops I knew
Had not come from
The eyes I show the world