O beautiful Stars, when you see me go
  Hither and thither, in search of love,
Do you think me faithless, who gleam and glow
  Serene and fixed in the blue above?
         O Stars, so golden, it is not so.

But there is a garden I dare not see,
  There is a place where I fear to go,
Since the charm and glory of life to me
  The brown earth covered there, long ago.
         O Stars, you saw it, you know, you know.

Hither and thither I wandering go,
  With aimless haste and wearying fret;
In a search for pleasure and love?  Not so,
  Seeking desperately to forget.
         You see so many, O Stars, you know.