Hope! I see you in wings
Fleeting and Flying in diurnal things
You remind me of brazen sun
Burning my words for intended pun
O sweetest 'lore! When will I be
I fight my war only for thee
I stand today in a strange land
Wearing my skin out to flee
Dearest Wild Nights! In thickets and din
Futile these days, no memories to pin
My compass has broke and direction lost
Strayed in maze! What'll it cost?
'Lore I see, you stand still there
With silent paths, speech so fair
I know not words, my reason broke
Wait for time in futile stroke
I am nobody - a speck lost in 'lore
You - in labor and leisure, I ask
Burn thy sense with sword galore
I live not here, an abode of lees
