And I leaving her,
Bent on my pursuits!
Love is the great Asker,
The sun and the rain do not ask the secret
Of the time when the grain struggles down in the dark. [p. xiv]
The moon walks her lonely way without anguish,
Because no loved one grieves over her departure.
II
Forever, ever by my shoulder pitiful Love will linger,
Crouching as little houses crouch under the mist when I turn.