Confluents

As livers seek the sea,
Much more deep than they,
So my soul seeks thee,
Far away :
As running rivers moan
On their course alone,
So I moan,
Left alone.

As the delicate rose
To the sun's sweet strength
Doth herself unclose,
Breadth and length :
So spreads my heart to thee,
Unveiled utterly,
I to thee
Utterly.

As morning dew exhales
Sunwards pure and free,
So my spirit fails
After thee:
As dew leaves not a trace
On the green earth's face ;
I, no trace
On thy face.

Its goal the river knows,
Dewdrops find a way,
Sunlight cheers the rose
In her day :
Shall I, lone sorrow past,
Find thee at last ?
Sorrow past,
Thee at last?