A MONG the fields of the morning star
Strays the spirit I find not here,
Under the morning star
When the flush of the east is clear,
Among the rose and the lily beds
There she wanders afar;
Through the fields of the morning star
Where the light outspreads.
Over the lawns of the evening star
Glides the spirit I there shall find,
Over the evening star:
When the death of the sun is blind,
Among the reed and the poppy beds
There she lingers afar;
On the lawns of the evening star
Where the light downspreads.