Ashes in the wind

Near a narrow valley

Among high hills

Ran a little brook

Where wishes were fulfilled

Languid breezes blew gently

At the dusky twilight

Upon a rock I saw intently

The fire of the rite

Such a woeful countenance

Fondly washed away

In this soothing absence

Gazing I was at the sky grey

Now azure and effulgent

Through the blue of my eyes

Was born a deep yearning

To heave a last sigh

Granted it was

As I reposed by the fern

Nothing had been left

But ashes in the urn

Ashes cast away

Like a dragonfly

Were borne along the gale

To the top of Loreley