O heart, thou hast bewildered me with woe,Would I knew what hath brought thee bending low;
But yesterday thou sworest unto meAn oath to live within my heaven's sea;
The language of hearts in their beating lies,Beyond thy reach—none else can analyse;
Why then, my heart, didst thou descend from height,When thou dost know what waits in that delight?
If thou supposest it a vain conceit,That angel walks the earth with holy feet,
It may be friend familiar to thy thought,Or star that in thy darkness hath been sought,
Or bird bewildered, yearning for thy land,That nests and dwells within thy world so grand;
Ye both are light and fire intertwined,Unknowing ruin's fierce consuming kind;
O heart, thou art my treasure and my store,Take heed—take heed—from those who call thee more.
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