Lost were we , in playful run,
The lounging day, the drowning Sun,
The beaches brown, the greenish hay
The dusting dark, the casting day.
Lost were we, in bliss of life,
In dream of hope, and gift of time,
In sweet of memories , and song of love,
In heal of day and bruise of night.
Lost were we in green of sea,
In ashes of dawn, in feelings of deep,
And how those eyes, lost on me,
In blue of sky, my casting sleep.
My days are dark , and nights are dead,
My time is brief , and yet instead,
I wish you till my hearts embrace,
The darkness of night, the heavenly grace.