An aimless darting arrow
Through the distance flying
Never knowing where
Its target may be lying
Was she most like the passing of the wind?
Or like the first flight of spring?
Yes, I find her vague smile within a laugh entwined
A banner waving in the air futilely
How sad the space between
And yet—nothing happens!
Nothing!
They call with sorrow and whiteness
They call with yellow and weeping
They do not go
Have you seen a light more cruel?
More unkind?
Pure spirit …
Too long is night
I have no heart for sleep
My hope is dead
My tears are blinding me!
Oh let me walk alone where breaks the sea!
An aimless darting arrow Through the distance flying Never knowing where Its target may be lying
Was she most like the passing of the wind? Or like the first flight of spring? Yes, I find her vague smile within a laugh entwined A banner waving in the air futilely How sad the space between And yet—nothing happens! Nothing!
They call with sorrow and whiteness They call with yellow and weeping They do not go Have you seen a light more cruel? More unkind?
Pure spirit …
Too long is night I have no heart for sleep My hope is dead My tears are blinding me! Oh let me walk alone where breaks the sea!
My baby is asleep The love of loves
[paraphrased]