YOU live as the world would have you do
Only the sleeping soul of you
Lies unwakened by wind or dew.
Your soul, that thrilled like a harpstring shaken
Dusty hands of the world have taken
And thrust it deeper than life can waken:
You, who quickened our heavy eyes,
Our hearts weighed down beyond will to rise,
With silver shadows of Paradise!
Were it only your heart that the years had broken,
Still should be for a shining token
How your soul had glowed and your lips had spoken
Were it only your life that was crushed and through! . . .
They have taken the starry soul of you
And hidden it deep from the wind and dew!
