Too Late

Love turns his eyes away.
He had so long to wait
Before the words we say,
But say, alas, too late, —
He turns his eyes away.

"Oh, pity our dismay.
Our sad and fallen state;
Ah, pity us, we pray,
Let it not be too late!"
He turns his eyes away.

"O Love, up some dark way —
If so thou wilt — and straight,
Lead us; but on some day
Let our hands meet! " — Too late!
He turns his eyes away.

"Our sky is cold and gray,
Our life most desolate,
If we no more may lay
Gifts on thy shrine." — Too late!
He turns his eyes away.

Down drear paths we must stray,
Each faring separate.
Because Love would not stay.
But cried " Too late! too late!"
And turned his eyes away.