Seek Far, Seek Far

Seek far, seek far, by dewy star,
For that isle sweet and dim.
And if you should come so far,
Convey my word to him:

"She who loves you loves you still,
Lingering on the white isle.
Go soon on and die, she will;
Come to her for a while."

Seek far, seek far, past darkling bar,
And find that dusky place,
And if you should come so far,
Speak these words to his face:

"She who longed- well, she still longs.
You have spelled her with your love.
She sings trembling songs,
And curses you to all stars above."

Seek far, seek far, in brazen car,
Drawn by horses swift and bright.
And if you should come so far,
Speak these words to my light:

"She who trembled in your arms,
She who gave you all her heart,
Still the deathless passion in her warms,
And she sets you apart."

Seek far, seek far, where all things are
The color of a newborn moon.
And if you should come so far,
Speak to him, tell him soon

That his love dies and fades away,
That then he will have seen
The death of a woman in a day
Who was a lady and a queen.

Seek far- seek- far- go so far,
That you see his- starlit eyes.
And if you should come so far,
Tell him- this from one who dies:

Bid him remember one afternoon,
And the grass on which we lay.
Though I thought it too soon,
I gave my heart away-

Seek... far....