Music: HertrichLyrics: HertrichNeglect me,
lose meonly give me leave,
unworthy as I amto follow Your griefTherefore the moon,the
governess of floods,pale in her angerwashes all the
airFall in the fresh lapof the crimson roseThe human
mortals wanttheir winter cheerLove takes the meaningin
love's conferenceSo that but one heartwe can make of
itThe stary welkingcovers You anonwith dropping fogas
black as acheronThorny anger,
be not seen,come not near our fairy-queenFor night's
swift dragonscut the cloudsI tary for the comfort of
the dayFair love, I see, I forgot our wayStand still,
You ever moving spheres,in misery noone will hereAnd
they shoot chillness to my heartI can't break the midnight sigh