The bereaved lover gains some brief consolation at dawn when the blond light penetrates his (or her) lonely room and reminds him (or her) of the hair of the loved one. The mode of this song is Dorian, my favourite mode. Poem by E M Solomons - mother of the composer. This song has also been performed occasionally by a baritone, to very good effect. The recording is from the CD Songs of Solomons and was performed by Stephen Taylor (countertenor) and Jonathan Leonard (piano), who have given permission for use of their performance.

The pale gold light creeps into my silent room touching my face I know that you are here. Softly contours form as the colours take the place of grey Translucent gold hits the mirror and reaches my lonely bed. Dispels the grey mist which lingers on the window pane Deepens the image and I see you. Pale blond light where your hair once shone. Lonely shadow of my former self I languish here. But then your dear voice calls with comfort, love and says "I have not left, while your fond memories remain." I think of you and you are here beside and within Your image fades but you are still here in me.

You must you must come back if only at dawn.

See through the tears of gold, you are here once more Your ghostly presence fills my poor heart, searching my mind once more to be as one, here is your body so close to my own in this spectral world we share our thoughts.

My soul now quiet at last my yearnings on hold. The golden glow brings me peace and I might face another day.