Four years of restless search I held
While happiness was slowly felled.
I sought a face to match her own
From boundless care to beauty grown.
I forged ahead through foreign spheres
To seek the phoenix of my tears.
The silent earth sank from my search;
I turned to orisons and church,
But comfort trembled like a flame —
It dipped and dived as if in pain.
I tore away from Christ and cross
To search, and numb my growing loss.
And like a phoenix born again,
As if from some resplendent rain,
With rainbows riveting the dark
And music from the deathless lark,
Another rose with just her face –
The eyes I worshipped and their grace:
The voice, the hair, the lips, the limbs,
As beautiful as sunset-rims.
I’ve spoken to her, yet she seems
Relentlessly to fell my dreams.