Oh, for the veils of my far away youth, Shielding my heart from the blaze of the truth, Why did I stray from their shelter and grow Into the sadness that follows - to know! Impotent atom with desolate gaze Threading the tumult of hazardous ways - Oh, for the veils, for the veils of my youth Veils, that hung low o'er the blaze of the truth! [or, Shielding my heart from the blaze of truth!] |