For works with similar titles, see Longing.
Longing
By Jehudah Halevi
TO meet the fountain of true life I run;
Lo! I am weary of vain and empty life!
To see my King's face is mine only strife;
Beside Him have I fear or dread of none.
O that a dream might hold Him in its bond!
I would not wake; nay, sleep should ne'er depart.
Would I might see His face within my heart!
Mine eyes would never yearn to look beyond.