Even tho’ I descend into the darkness of deep valleys,
Yet have mine eyes beheld the light,
And my heart treasureth it.
One, seeing thy face, loseth it not in dreams.
It shall abide with him through all the days;
And his heart treasureth it.
Earth dieth in the darkness, but when dawn cometh
Slowly the trees and hills grow into the light....
The heart of darkness cherisheth the dawn.
Who shall forget thee having seen thy face?
I have dreamed in my sleep of thee, as a man dreameth of a maiden.
Yea! the silence and darkness held thee as a dream.
Lo! I have seen thee. How shall I forget?
Thy beauty is treasured up in my heart.