The moon scowls at the broken land
The stars curse at the widowed lake
The night here forever floats
And day runs to a shorter note

The moonlight deceives the needy land
The sky mocks the helpless lake
The passion here floats away,
And loves, as well, betrays

The eyes of stone
And smile that’s spurious
I still walk this helpless road of sorrow
Though I know there is nothing but grief in tomorrow.

Though joy it brings to the hearts at fire
Leaves them nothing but with thirst
But literates them with bitter truth
That loves gives nothing but the fruit of Ruth