A Tryst

I looked upon her marble face,Upon her lips I pressed a prayer.For me, ah, not for you, the grace,You were not there, You were not there.

I see the stars shine cold and red,I look into the unbounded air;Yet this was all their shining said:You were not there, you were not there.

So, oftentimes when it has happedThat those who loved are torn apart;When the tense silver cord has snappedThat held us loving, heart to heart.

We cry: Oh dear one, where art thou?In all God’s universe of space,Shall not the Love eternal showTo you and me some trysting place?