Long was the way that took me there,
Through hazes and mists I walked,
So many miles it putrid air,
Against myself I thought,
But then I saw your shining eyes,
Lighting the woods around,
I stood as still as timeless eyes,
From my mouth came no sound.

Long was the way that took you there,
Alone through endless nights,
No matter how long grew your hair,
And how numerous your sights,
You stood as were you made of stone,
Under May's Moon,

And for the first time not on my own,
I touched this lifeless hand of yours,

Then nevermore we left this place,
By sun or moon or star,
We seemed to be trapped in a space,
From which we couldn't get far,
But every year when gone is May,
And summer birds appear,
Those passing by would dare not stay,
Nor come anywhere near.