Once
I knew you, my darling
when the morning was formed,
when the dawn was a maiden
and the planets just born,
when the courses of ages
had not yet run dry
and the stars were just blooming
in meadows on high.
Then the great orbs, spinning,
had not yet grown old
through the length of their journey
on the Milky Way road.
The waters were fresh,
the airs were still clean,
and you were the splendor
that haunted my dreams
in the yester and once
and the day long ago,
in the yore of the ages
that sleep now below.
