Out of the dusk came I, A strong man I, song sheafed, My star humanity, My brow with sorrow leafed; I saw the Giant of Love Upon the Northern Pole, "I know thee not", he cried, "I know no flame bound soul." Oh, lonely is my road, No merry pilgrim here. The darkness is my shroud, My drink a bitter tear; Tho' Love hath passed me by I see the After-Glow, And when my day is done The Angels I shall know. |