Where are you? Drunk, my mind becomes Twilight after all your ecstasy. For I just saw How the enrapturing young god, Tired from his journey,
Bathed his youthful hair in the golden clouds. And now my eyes follow after him, But he is gone away to reverent Nations which still honor him.
I love the earth, which mourns with me. Like children when they are upset, our grief Changes to sleep. And as rustling winds Whisper over harp strings Until the fingers of a master entice A prettier music, thus mist and dreams Play around us, until the beloved returns, And charges us with life and spirit.
