My Silent Star

Where has gone the stolen soul?
So steady was her breath.
What are we when broken
By the loneliness of death?

A fire burning slowly,
Gently warms an even hearth;
A heart lost to the heavens
Is immortal upon earth.

And beneath the many stars
Which fill our silent skies with might,
Which sing of melancholy till the morning is alight;
Stars that cannot choose to fade,
Lest we should need them close-
Emptiness cannot replace
The love we want the most.