Music: Hertrich  Lyrics: Hertrich  Neglect me, lose me  only give me leave,  unworthy as I am  to follow Your grief  Therefore the moon,  the governess of floods,  pale in her anger  washes all the air  Fall in the fresh lap  of the crimson rose  The human mortals want  their winter cheer  Love takes the meaning  in love's conference  So that but one heart  we can make of it  The stary welking  covers You anon  with dropping fog  as black as acheron  Thorny anger, be not seen,  come not near our fairy-queen  For night's swift dragons  cut the clouds  I tary for the comfort of the day  Fair love, I see, I forgot our way  Stand still, You ever moving spheres,  in misery noone will here  And they shoot chillness to my heart  I can't break the midnight sigh