With no attending ears to hear

Do I, in turn, commune with stars

My better half, though far, seems near

Consoling my sweet grief for hours

But no, these stars play a counterfeit

Traitorous thieves to love’s own heart

Stealing my light for her eyes to meet

Claiming being their own bright art

Let stars be bright and give due praise

[Yet with each night I grow envious]

Light from mine --- turning her nights to days

[As one by one they fall and lose]

                Let stars then do that which they know

                They steal my light ~ and to her they show...