The Betrothed

At midnight’s hour I slept, waking in my breast My love-filled heart, as though it were still day: Daylight came: to me, it still seemed night at best – What’s day to me, whatever gifts it makes? She’ll not be there! It was for her sake only, I worked and strived through all the fiery hoard Of burning hours: and then in the cool evening, Was so refreshed! That was my true reward. The sun set, twined together hand in hand We greeted the last sacred gleam of light, And eye with clear eye met, to understand: Hope, still: for from the East dawn rises bright. At midnight’s hour the shining stars direct me In sweet dream to the threshold where she lies. For me too may a resting-place be ready! Whatever it may be, it is good, this Life.