Ages unborn—to find you where you are,
My lonely one; and like a murmuring string,
Faint with one music, endlessly repeat
To you, not even knowing I was yours,
Her plaintive burden from the dolorous past:
Telling of one upon a hopeless quest—
How in the dark of Time he lost his way!
IV
THE DIVINE FANTASY
Brother, from what dim world of lonely light,