"I am too far upon my way to turn:
Be silent, hearts that yearn
Upon my track."
Oh, Love! Love! Love! sweet Love! we are undone
If thou indeed be gone
Where lost things are.
"Beyond the extremest sea's waste light and noise,
As from Ghostland, thy voice
Is borne afar."
Oh, Love, what was our sin that we should be
Forsaken thus by thee?
So hard a lot!
"Upon your hearts my hands and lips were set—
My lips of fire—and yet
Ye knew me not."
Nay, surely, Love! We knew thee well, sweet Love!
Did we not breathe and move
Within thy light?
"Ye did reject my thorns who wore my roses:
Now darkness closes
Upon your sight."
Oh, Love! stern Love! be not implacable:
We loved thee, Love, so well!
Come back to us!
"To whom, and where, and by what weary way
That I went yesterday,
Shall I come thus?"
Oh weep, weep, weep! for Love, who tarried long
With many a kiss and song,
Has taken wing.