However this may be, Comfort her, comfort her, all things good, While I am over the sea! Let me and my passionate love go by, But speak to her all things holy and high, Whatever happen to me! Me and my harmful love go by; But come to her waking, find her asleep, Powers of the height, Powers of the deep, And comfort her tho' I die. III. COURAGE, poor heart of stone! I will not ask thee why Thou canst not understand That thou art left for ever alone : Courage, poor stupid heart of stone.— Or if I ask thee why, Care not thou to reply: She is but dead, and the time is at hand When thou shalt more than die. IV. 1. O THAT 'twere possible After long grief and pain To find the arms of my true love Round me once again! 2. When I was wont to meet her In the silent woody places By the home that gave me birth, We stood tranced in long embraces Mixt with kisses sweeter sweeter Than any thing on earth. 3. A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee; Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be. 4. It leads me forth at evening, It lightly winds and steals In a cold white robe before me, When all my spirit reels At the shouts, the leagues of lights, And the roaring of the wheels. 5. Half the night I waste in sighs, Half in dreams I sorrow after The delight of early skies; In a wakeful doze I sorrow For the hand, the lips, the eyes, The delight of low replies. 6. 'Tis a morning pure and sweet, And the rivulet at her feet H |