Letra de Chapter ix

The Dawn arose, the slumbers shadows have passed
The autumnal grace which so kindly has cast
It´s sombre yet gracious delight on my grief
Enshrouded and lulled by the winters far deeper relief

As weary my days will grow from leisure apart
I shall wait for your powers renewed
I pray to whatever there be
"Let be my heard by your tenderness again imbued."

Cura a die renovato cedit
Dolor et laetitia conjungtus est

Delightful shade was all that I dared hope for
Thy silent charm alone remains to adore.