My worldly task is done

Falling, falling into the hole Starfall, starfall-to the horizon This hateful imperfection on her eyes They swell like orient pearls Why should they stay? Pressed by love to go You don't speak as you think it cannot be! Your vows to her and me How shall we find the concord of your night and day And I go, oh spite, oh hell, to vows that would consis of the wind So sorrow's heaviness does heavier grow Give me your hands of we be friends Oh peace will not harbour me since night's swift dragons cut the skies Night and silence, are you there? Weeds of chillness he does wear So awake when I'm gone To heaven's breaking fields I come