Books and Habits, from the Lectures of Lafcadio Hearn

by Lafcadio Hearn

At this the insatiate spirit grieves.

But hither, oh ideal bride!

For whom this heart in silence aches,

Love is unwearied as the tide,

Love is perennial as the lakes.

Come thou. The spiky crags will seem

One harvest of one heavenly year,

And fear of death, like childish dream,

Will pass and flee, when thou art here.