Fast asleep
Oh are you finally sick of me
Coming to visit every night
Always in the same pale light
Drawing dew on your eyelids now
Shining on your marble brow
Captive of this curse or charm
'Til I leave you alone at dawn
Dreaming of tomorrow

There's the boy who I know
There's the boy who I love
And there's the boy who I'll see again

How I dread
That this repose is a sort of death
Beckoning as a void in the world
Opposite of a moon or pearl
Lovelier for all this

There's the boy who I know
There's the boy who I love
And there's the boy who I'll see again

Full and overflowing glass
I recall how your eyes did shine
And I beg you not to seal them yet