The incense of my soul was burned for you.
For you, for you were all the tapers lighted,
For you the flowers were on the altar laid,
For you the hymn rose thrilling through the chancel
To the clerestory's mysteries of shade.
To you the anthems of a thousand churches
Rose where the taper-pointed flames burned clear;
To you—through all these leagues of deathly distance,
To you—as unattainable as dear.
Dear as the dreams life never brings to blossom,