I know that such great longing itself alone
In the deepest shadows can lie buried
Speaking of a beauty known
Willing to be seen
And carried

In infinite forms it has always breathed
On shores in scarlet leaves
Murmuring that you should go and see
If the beauty’s time is near
To receive

I slip into its tender spray, moved by my sighs
Then fall into the deepest sleep
In the wonder of it all, I began to cry
Inhaling all the beauty
It keeps

If longing itself alone should depart from me
Would I be laid in silvery dust
Still longing for that which I cannot see
Or would I forget the beauty known
Just because I must