'Tis not before the end of nightA flame in distant, far'way landBoulders strewn across the plainDrifting leaves, a roaring fallElusive beauty, you inspireMy thoughts are calmNo slowing steps for merely triflesPale blue light of weakened hoursSeven layers lighter landSi  jamais tu venaisThe melancholy of leavingThe passing is but one more journeyThe secret garden of my lifeTo learn to love you sans desireWhen beaut'ful things come to an end