Impetuous heart, be still

Impetuous heart, be still, be still,

Your sorrowful love can never be told;

Cover it up with a lonely tune.

He that could bend all things to His will

Has covered the door of the infinite fold

With the pale stars and the wandering moon.

Shut to the door before the night has fallen,

For who can say what walks, or in what shape

Some devilish creature flies in the air, but now

Two grey-horned owls hooted above our heads.