Dirge for a Dazzling Star
"The Pole Star is dying,
The planets bend over it,
They lower it into
A bottomless grave."
The Pole Star is dead,
But shining, shining.
The Pole Star is shining
In a bottomless grave.
The Babes in the Wood
Are sleeping, sleeping.
The Babes in the Wood
And the wolf at the breast.
The moon of late morning
Fadeth for sorrow
For sorrow she fadeth
Far down in the west.
Not a sound in the world
While the Pole Star was dying.
Not the cry of a child,
Nor the crash of a wave.
No sound over Earth
But sighing, sighing,
For the Pole Star alive
In a bottomless grave.
