Bhanavar's Lament

Take me to thee!

Like the deep-rooted tree,

My life is half in earth, and draws

Thence all sweetness; oh may my being pause

Soon beside thee!

Welcome me soon!

As to the queenly moon,

Man's homage to my beauty sets;

Yet am I a rose-shrub budding regrets:

Welcome me soon.

Soul of my soul!

Have me not half, but whole.

Dear dust, thou art my eyes, my breath!

Draw me to thee down the dark sea of death,

Soul of my soul!