My unwavering soul, how you have betrayed me thus
Now at the hour of my need, most ashamed.
Where is that unrelenting stubbornness
That has been thenceforth a fiery balm to my fears?
Where is that sediment of perpetual outcry
That has been the rock of my prayers and pleas?
Where did it fly, that crux, which bears my bane
But not my bones?
Oh my soul, have you no pity on this man?
Have you no pity on this moonlit, sunless land?
Yet I will walk, I know not where or for how long
And in the trudging footsteps of my jaunt
May I come to the hidden highways and byways
May I come to what I cannot help but truly want.
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 12:17 AM UTC
My unwavering soul, how you have betrayed me thus
Now at the hour of my need, most ashamed.
Where is that unrelenting stubbornness
That has been thenceforth a fiery balm to my fears?
Where is that sediment of perpetual outcry
That has been the rock of my prayers and pleas?
Where did it fly, that crux, which bears my bane
But not my bones?
Oh my soul, have you no pity on this man?
Have you no pity on this moonlit, sunless land?
Yet I will walk, I know not where or for how long
And in the trudging footsteps of my jaunt
May I come to the hidden highways and byways
May I come to what I cannot help but truly want.
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