Phyllis friendlessly searches in the Pale
where her beloved is going.
If she wishes it, can she pierce the Veil?
He is ageless, eternal princely male:
gentle and icy and knowing.
Phyllis friendlessly searches in the Pale.
Though from infinite sorrow is her wail,
out of the void his growing.
If she wishes it, can she pierce the Veil?
Even mountains and ocean waves are frail
when winter Wind Lords are blowing.
Phyllis friendlessly searches in the Pale.
Her beloved will float above the gale,
endlessly, steadily glowing.
If she wishes it, can she pierce the Veil?
She is singing: How could I ever fail
aught to perceive in his slowing?
Phyllis friendlessly searches in the Pale.
If she wishes it, can she pierce the Veil?
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