Here in This Sunset Splendor Desolate

Here in this sunset splendor desolate.
As in some Country strange and sad, I stand;
A mighty sadness broods upon the land, —
The gloom of some unalterable Fate.
O Thou whose love dost make august my state,
A little longer leave in mine thy hand:
Night birds are singing, but the place is banned
By stern gods whom no prayers propitiate.

Seeking for bliss supreme, we lost the track:
Shall we then part, and parted try to reach
A goal like that we two sought day and night,
Or shall we sit here, in the sun's low light.
And see, it may be through Death's twilight breach,
A new path to the old way leading back?