The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other:
The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother,
The moon on my left and the dawn on my right.
My brother, good morniing: my sister, good night.

Strong God which made the topmost stars
  To circulate and keep their course,
Remember me; whom all the bars
  Of sense and dreadful fate enforce.

Above me in your heights and tall,
  Impassable the summits freeze,
Below the haunted waters call
  Impassable beyond the trees.

I hunger and I have no bread.
  My gourd is empty of the wine.
Surely the footsteps of the dead
  Are shuffling softly close to mine!

It darkens. I have lost the ford.
  There is a change on all things made.
The rocks have evil faces, Lord,
  And I am awfully afraid.