OH that at this last hour
The word might be given me
To tell you the power — the power
That you have over me!
Oh that I could enfold
Dyed in purple and blue,
Writ in gold upon gold,
The feeling I have for you!
What can I give to you
To take on your cruel way,
That will cry at your heart all night
And cry at your heart all day!
What can I find for you
To place close to your breast —
Something fatal and true.
Something to trouble your rest?
O, wraith of the rain and the mist,
How can I live without you?
You float on a sea of amethyst
And the moon is silver about you!
You float and drift on a shadowy tide,
And the feathered reeds bend low.
