Through my heart pierce the dawn We arrive in a robe of smoke In silence and gilded cloak And my thoughts they linger they linger It's in the leaves and the patterns and the fire The trees the shadows and the path It's in the spirit of this clearing With its incense and its blackbirds Something approaches and the air thickens The oak it bows and willow sighs The lark sings in the bower and day dies Soon the stars glisten in their cold lament We pass the linden to the sound of the coming darkness Something approaches and the air beckons