Is love a light for me?
A steady light,
A lamp within whose pallid pool I
Over old love-books?
Or is it a gleam,
A lantern coming towards me from
Down a dark mountain?
Is my love a star?
Ah me!- so high above so coldly bright!
The fire dances.
Is my love a
Leaping down the twilight muddy and bold?
Nay,
I'd be frightened of him.
I'm too
For quick and eager loving.
There's a
Sheen on these flower petals as they
More truly mine, more like to my desire.
The flower petals fold.
They are by the
Forgotten.
In a shadowy wood they
Where the dark trees keep up a
Shadowy waving.
Who will watch them
When I have dreamed my dream?
Ah, darling mine,
Find them, gather them for me one by one.
