Has quenched my thirst; and lo! anew
The petals of my heart unclose,
My pulses throb, my senses stir.
Ye shall not steal this day,
For love has risen to my aid,
See, I am brave and undismayed!
Hence—hence! all things must pass away,
Back to your graves, obscure and deep!
I read aloud love's prayer,
Lift not again your haunting eyes