I In of warmth when love and comfort dear Have cast blindless light upon my star, How is it I wish to disappear And find myself again where you are? Is it that home is home with you? And how then did you earn your that name When by years it's relatively new? My home is not my home just the same. And so I will be happy as I Although without you tastes as dust.
II What sweetened torture I each day When hour after hour by And still I feel so very far From which I desire - yes, thee and I Yet is my sadness, for ere now, I had pined after someone's touch Nor eyes, nor lips, nor hands, nor brow And I am missing almost too much. My paradox is I weep at this being glad I have a love to miss.
III Heartsick have I this long, long day is my disposition, yet I and try my best to hide away The pain, the life, the love I can't am I for the ones I fool They ask for nothing my company And yet I cannot to break the rule That sayeth once I love bound I'll be Alas, I often slip and to them That far my heart desires to go.
IV It seems only a moment I listened to the dulcet Of thy too far off at last But now I myself alone Yet, my closed, I am not so For my fingertips I feel your flesh, slow, And hold thy tongue between my caring how forlorn it seems I'll sleep to you in my dreams.
V A cold wind my mind As I were a blade of grass Which, rained upon, has made blind And waits now for the storm to But, strange, the closer I To end and your embrace The seems to go the sky The further off seemeth face 'Tis trying, when in pain, to harder still to measure Time.