Song

My heart makes songs on lonely roads

to comfort me while you are away

and strives with lovely sounding words

its crowded tenderness to say

yet I am glad that love has come

to bind me fast, and try my worth

for love's a powerful lord and gives

his friends dominion over the earth.

I walk deserted ways and see

against the forward dark your face

Pale glimmering against the dark:

Your face I see with pride, and pain

So that, one turn, I did desire

Never to see that face again.