Thy strong arms are around me, love My head is on thy breast;Low words of comfort come from thee Yet my soul has no rest.
For I am but a startled thing Nor can I ever beAught save a bird whose broken wing Must fly away from thee.
I cannot give to thee the love I gave so long ago,The love that turned and struck me down Amid the blinding snow.
I can but give a failing heart And weary eyes of pain,A faded mouth that cannot smile And may not laugh again.
Yet keep thine arms around me, love, Until I fall to sleep;Then leave me, saying no goodbye Lest I might wake, and weep.
