I TOOK my heart up in my hand, I climbed the hill, That superb height on which you stand; And my strung will Found only sweet The labour that it was to reach your feet. I poured my life out at your feet; I almost ceased To breath or be; my heart scarce beat; No flutter teased My calm; strength fast Struck through my soul, that worshipped, loved, at last. But then I looked up at your face, And your self spoke; My stung soul shuddered from its place As my love broke Wild from its chain, And rebegotten in the womb of pain. I dragged my life up from the ground, And went forth bare, (I had not found, I had not found) Through sharp, stern air Alone I went, Alone I go, through vast abandonment. |