Sat moonlit drowned is he
To gaze upon the harshest force.
Lamenting his poor luck
And cursing his heart's lone desire.
A song he sings to night
To hurl his voice to somewhere else
Or someone near in thought.
With no path through he cries aloud
And begs for godly strength
To pass his wall and greet her then.
A being beyond all,
A force for love to govern all.