Restless Sorrow

I, who was once of love insatiable.
And groaned, through sorrow humbled, — I, who said
What time the hand so loved in mine was laid.
Give me the lips, and let my kiss compel
The answer that shall trance as with a spell
My heart, which now through doubting is dismayed;
And, when the prayer was granted that I prayed,
Still found fresh wants my spirit to impel, —

Should I, if thou couldst come but once again
To me, — allowed to sit unseen, and hear
Thy voice, — ah, say, should I be satisfied,
Forbid to kiss, or even touch thee, dear?
Oh, mad, unreasoning heart, be still, and gain
Contentment, that thy prayer has been denied.