Resurgam

I shall say, Lord, "Is it music, is it morning, Song that is fresh as sunrise, light that sings?" When on some hill there breaks the immortal warning Of half-forgotten springs.

I shall say, Lord, "I have loved you, not another, Heard in all quiet your footsteps on my road, Felt your strong shoulder near me, O my brother, Lightening the load."

I shall say, Lord, "I remembered, working, sleeping, One face I looked for, one denied and dear. Now that you come my eyes are blind with weeping, But you will kiss them clear."

I shall say, Lord, "Touch my lips, and so unseal them; I have learned silence since I lived and died." I shall say, Lord, "Lift my hands, and so reveal them, Full, satisfied."

I shall say, Lord, "We will laugh again tomorrow, Now we'll be still a little, friend with friend. Death was the gate and the long way was sorrow. Love is the end."