Confluents

As rivers seek the sea,

Much more deep than they,

So my soul seeks thee

Far away:

As running rivers moan

On their course alone

So I moan

Left alone.

As the delicate rose

To the sun's sweet strength

Doth herself unclose,

Breadth and length:

So spreads my heart to thee

Unveiled utterly,

I to thee

Utterly.

As morning dew exhales

Sunwards pure and free,

So my spirit fails

After thee:

As dew leaves not a trace

On the green earth's face;

I, no trace

On thy face.

Its goal the river knows,

Dewdrops find a way,

Sunlight cheers the rose

In her day:

Shall I, lone sorrow past,

Find thee at the last?

Sorrow past,

Thee at last?