Until the Dawn Comes

When sorrows from the ashes rise,
Coursing through the midnight skies
To touch the tips of forlorn eaves,
Dancing with the fallen leaves
A great miracle happens there.
A beautiful maiden fair,
With tumbling locks of golden hair,
Bearing a most complacent stare,
Joins the dance and begins to sing.
Her music through the valley shall ring-
Until the dawn comes again,
Her beauty fleeing with the shadows.