Why are there stars when there are no people? O God, why don't you just extinguish them? - Cool my brow, ancient night! Divine and fair as you always were - O night, what purpose do you serve? There are no lovers, no dreams. O nursemaid, dead as a sleep without dreams, you no longer hallow anyone's prayers. O mother of us all, you don't bless a single heart smitten with love. There is no love.