10.08.2014, 13:34
THE PARADOX
AH, had I know the sorrow and unrest,
The wild desires and vain imaginings,
The wished-for good no morrow ever brings,
The days of dolor and the nights unblest;
Yea, had I known how from my life the zest
Should vanish as the dwindled water-springs;
How hope, grown hopeless, with dishevelled wings
Low trailing, should surcease her futile quest —
I would have loved thee still, because I must;
For in thy voice I hear the prescient call
Of homing birds borne down the wintry gust,
With breath of hyacinthine buds, and all
The music of clear streams, while ev'n the dust
Breaks into bloom where'er thy light feet fall.
AH, had I know the sorrow and unrest,
The wild desires and vain imaginings,
The wished-for good no morrow ever brings,
The days of dolor and the nights unblest;
Yea, had I known how from my life the zest
Should vanish as the dwindled water-springs;
How hope, grown hopeless, with dishevelled wings
Low trailing, should surcease her futile quest —
I would have loved thee still, because I must;
For in thy voice I hear the prescient call
Of homing birds borne down the wintry gust,
With breath of hyacinthine buds, and all
The music of clear streams, while ev'n the dust
Breaks into bloom where'er thy light feet fall.