The burden

Have I not dreamed of you all night long,

Love, my Love?

Shall I not tell my dream in a song,

O my Love?

Have I not worshipped you six long years,

Queen, my Queen?

Have I not given you bounteous tears,

O my Queen?

Have I not said, when the spring was here, --

"Sweet, my Sweet,

More than the pride and flower of the year,

O my Sweet"?

Have I not said, in the dawning gray, --

"Heart, my Heart,

I shall see my lady ere close of day,

O my Heart"?

Have I not said, in the silent night, --

"Dove, my Dove,

So soft of voice and rapid of flight,

O my Dove"?

Have I not said, in the summer hours, --

"Rose, my Rose,

Greatly exalted above all flowers,

O my Rose"?

Have I not said, in my great despair, --

"Soul, my Soul,

Love is a grievous burden to bear

O my Soul"?

Have I not turned to the sea, and said, --

"Life, my Life,

If she be not mine, be thou my bed,

O my Life"?

Have I not dreamed of your eyes, and cried, --

"Light, my Light,

Lead me where love may be satisfied,

O my Light!"

Have I not trodden a weary road,

Saint, my Saint?

And where, at last, shall be my abode,

O my Saint?

Sometimes I say, in an hour supreme,

"Bride, my Bride!

I shall hold you fast, and not in a dream,

O my Bride!"