For the glory, beating, blinding,
Meeting but an empty darkness; darkness, silence—nothing there.
Where is Love? I cried in anguish, while the temple reeled and faded;
Where is Love?—for I must find him, I must know and understand!
Died the music and the laughter,
Flames and roses dying after,
And the curtain I was holding fell to ashes in my hand.
FINDING.
Out of great darkness and wide wastes of silence,
Long loneliness, and slow untasted years,