For Beauty's sake I weep,

Because my love is beautiful,

I came upon her lying asleep

Within a bower sweet and cool.

The tall trees intertwined

And made a bower for my love,

With green shrubs nestling there behind,

And a blue strip of sky above.

For Beauty's sake I grieve,

That Beauty soon must fade and die,

As lilac blossoms fall, nor leave

One ghostly fragrance lingering nigh.

For Beauty's sake I strive

For one long moment's raptured bliss

To hold her in her form alive

And give her one impassioned kiss.

For her own sake she dies,

Nor leaves behind one memory;

The light out of the western skies

Is gone, and thou art gone from me.