Falling, falling into the hole   Starfall, starfall-to the horizon      This hateful imperfection on her eyes   They swell like orient pearls   Why should they stay?   Pressed by love to go      You don't speak as you think   it cannot be!   Your vows to her and me   How shall we find the concord   of your night and day      And I go, oh spite, oh hell,   to vows that would consis   of the wind   So sorrow's heaviness   does heavier grow   Give me your hands of we be friends      Oh peace will not harbour me   since night's swift dragons   cut the skies      Night and silence, are you there?   Weeds of chillness he does wear   So awake when I'm gone   To heaven's breaking fields I come