ON my tormented heart appears

Another deep and glowing stain,

Again there dawns my day of tears

Of misery, of weary pain.

So much of mine own blood I shed,

So long the journeys I have done,

So difficult the path I tread,

To catch the garment of the sun!

New balm within my heart is borne,

New lightnings from my glance arise,

Why then your anger, and the scorn

Flashing from your narcissus eyes?

Out of my heart you reft away

The life, my heart from out its place

You ravished, and I can but pray—

O lift the veil that hides your face!