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 happed That those who loved are torn apart; When the tense silver cord has snapped That 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 show To you and me some trysting place?