THE MOON IS MY SUN
The moon is my sun, and my
brethren, the stars,
My doom is begun, and by heaven, my scars
Shall cry with their stings for the scarlet revenge
And sigh as they sing in the starlit old henge.
And I shall sleep soundly. Eternity sighs
For the day when I die with the stars in my eyes.
The dark is my day, and my sisters, the clouds,
They mark me this way in the mist of a shroud,
And the death of my soul and the pain of my tears,
Give breath to me wholly and stain all my years.
And I shall lie quiet. My grave will be still
On the day when I die. I hold faith in my will.
The blood is my air, and the shadow, my friend;
In mud should I care to lie fallow? Forefend!
My claws prick my palms as I weep to be free,
To adore sacred psalms. Shall I keep some for thee?
And I shall be calm when the trumpet shall sound
For the day when I die, shall my soul be unbound.
The ruth of my days will be ended ‘neath grass,
In truth shall my ways be amended at last,
My link to the old life be wept from my ken,
As I blink to the bold strife that swept me from men.
And shall I sleep soundly? Eternity sighs
For the day when I die with the stars in my eyes.
And shall I lie quiet? My grave will be still,
On the day when I’m done. I hold faith in my will.
And shall I be calm when the trumpet shall sound?
On the day of my death shall my soul be unbound?
Oh, I shall be blessed when the dawn shall arise
For the day when I die with the sun in my eyes.
