Fragment of a Scene

Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear! Love, give me strength! And strength shall help afford. I see, I see The birds will fly with me But in no robe I`ll find myself a love to be again So sleep My friend, poor heart No comfort is in you I see, I see The birds will fly with me But in a way that I will seek and see Your face throughout the stars My dear, aware of fate we are Sleep my sweet friend! Don't scream, don't play hard