A face as smooth as glass

that time has fallen from,

tracks of tears have passed

the weight of years moved on.

 

Hands purpura petalled

fold like angels wings,

hair as gentle snowflakes

a midnight clear might bring…

 

a robin on a window ledge

a flower full in bloom,

the sacred vow of loves long pledge,

a summer gone too soon.

 

And yet the song we hear is light

it lifts the leaden heart,

for dark with all its fearful night

can ne’er two lovers part.