In desperate hope I go and search for 
her in all the corners of my room; I
find her not.
    My house is small and what once has
gone from it can never be regained.
But infinite is thy mansion, my lord, 
and seeking her I have come to thy 
door.
    I stand under the golden canopy of
thine evening sky and I lift my eager
eyes to thy face.
    I have come to the brink of eternity
from which nothing can vanish-no 
hope, no happiness, no vision of a face 
seen through tears.
    Oh, dip my emptied life into that 
ocean, plunge it into the deepest full- 
ness. Let me for once feel that lost 
sweet touch in the allness of the uni-
verse.