And asked me God
To whom you weigh
Your night against
The bright of day?
Upon the moon
The sun I lay
Till fall the stars
And worlds decay...
Say I, to worship
You, I may
Mere mortal am I
Made of clay
Fragile of all
Easy to slay
While weaker mind
Puts soul astray
Still no matter
How far away
There is my heart
For all to stay
Wherefore I nod
Through joy, dismay...
Pray for me beloved
Solemnly pray
I know not how
The prayers to say...
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