Where are you wandering? By what windy hollow
Did I miss your footprints in the morning-dew?
Where have you gone that I may never follow
Down all the world's bewildering ways to you?

Ah men but you are empty faces
All my life without you, empty hours.
There is no rest for me in quiet places,
There is no honey in the flowers.

Where are you wandering? Shall my seeking never
Disclose your unseen face, hidden and apart?
Still I must search for you, lonely forever,
Hearing your silent voice always in my heart.

- posted by pioneergirl at 11:14 PM