Lament (O how all things are far removed)


O how all things are far removed
And long have passed away.
I do believe the star,
Whose light my face reflects,
Is dead and has been so
For many thousand years.

I had a vision of a passing boat
And heard some voices saying disquieting things.
I heard a clock strike in some distant house…
But in which house?…

I long to quiet my anxious heart
And stand beneath the sky’s immensity.
I long to pray…
And one of all the stars
Must still exist.
I do believe that I would know
Which one alone
Endured,
And which like a white city stands
At the ray’s end shining in the heavens.


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Lament (O how all things are far removed)