As the golden sun sets
And the powdery moon rises,
Clouds like wraiths slipping across the sky,
I lie, I rest, on this fragrant shore
I wait, lest sweet Diana shine ne’er more
On the red roses, blood red roses, of this secluded shore
I wait, lest the milky moon show her face ne’er more
For each night She comes, just as the night before
She appears in the sky, She comes to adore-
Her pale face casting a haunting light
As the odorous roses cast their perfume to the night
Her unearthly pallor casting an ethereal glow
Bringing to life ghosts who weep and moan-
And a lake in this place there is, alas,
It sways and it ripples with a surface of glass
And the sweet scented breeze caresses it much
The waters of the lake moving gracefully with its touch-

So on these red roses, these scarlet roses,
On the shore of a lake made of silver
Surrounded by spirits, who mourn and sway
Under a moon, dear Dian, I lie and wait
For she now slowly makes her inevitable descent
Weary from the night, watching o’er me she spent
And she takes with her the ghosts and the violet
The roses, her glow, and the enduring quiet
For soon the scintillating sun will again take her place
Racing into the sky at a painfully slow pace
And I, once again I will close my eyes
Preferring the darkness to the bright sunny skies
And as the powdery moon sets
And the golden sun rises
I lie, I rest, on the roses of this shore
And slumber, I sleep, until dear Diana shines once more
I wait for the milky moon to show her face once more-

 
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