A flameless altar here of life and sorrow
⁠Quenched and consumed together. These were one,
One thing for thee, as night was one with morrow
⁠And utter darkness with the sovereign sun:
⁠And now thou seest life, sorrow, and darkness done.

And yet love yearns again to win thee hither;
⁠Blind love, and loveless, and unworthy thee:
Here where I watch the hours of darkness wither,
⁠Here where mine eyes were glad and sad to see
⁠Thine that could see not mine, though turned on me.

But now, if aught beyond sweet sleep lie hidden,
⁠And sleep be sealed not fast on dead men's sight
For ever, thine hath grace for ours forbidden,
⁠And sees us compassed round with change and night:
⁠Yet light like thine is ours, if love be light.