BELATED LOVE
Comehome to me, are you come home to me,O heart of mine—but in what dolorous guise!And the great hour, O ’twas otherwiseLove had imagined it in days to be!These pleading hands—these lips—How dreadfully,At what strange lips and in what alien eyesHave you sought mine? Beneath what darkening skiesCome home to me at last, come home to me?I would not know the reason: here uponThis breast of sorrows loose your aching breast;Tell me again and yet again, and sayStill the eternal word, still babble onYour voiceless tale of some unhappyquest—How in the night and storm you lost your way.
Comehome to me, are you come home to me,O heart of mine—but in what dolorous guise!And the great hour, O ’twas otherwiseLove had imagined it in days to be!These pleading hands—these lips—How dreadfully,At what strange lips and in what alien eyesHave you sought mine? Beneath what darkening skiesCome home to me at last, come home to me?I would not know the reason: here uponThis breast of sorrows loose your aching breast;Tell me again and yet again, and sayStill the eternal word, still babble onYour voiceless tale of some unhappyquest—How in the night and storm you lost your way.
Comehome to me, are you come home to me,O heart of mine—but in what dolorous guise!And the great hour, O ’twas otherwiseLove had imagined it in days to be!These pleading hands—these lips—How dreadfully,At what strange lips and in what alien eyesHave you sought mine? Beneath what darkening skiesCome home to me at last, come home to me?
Comehome to me, are you come home to me,
O heart of mine—but in what dolorous guise!
And the great hour, O ’twas otherwise
Love had imagined it in days to be!
These pleading hands—these lips—How dreadfully,
At what strange lips and in what alien eyes
Have you sought mine? Beneath what darkening skies
Come home to me at last, come home to me?
I would not know the reason: here uponThis breast of sorrows loose your aching breast;Tell me again and yet again, and sayStill the eternal word, still babble onYour voiceless tale of some unhappyquest—How in the night and storm you lost your way.
I would not know the reason: here upon
This breast of sorrows loose your aching breast;
Tell me again and yet again, and say
Still the eternal word, still babble on
Your voiceless tale of some unhappyquest—
How in the night and storm you lost your way.