My Worldly Task Is Done

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