Our soul's sorrows seek us most with dawn Crawling through dirtied windows Longing to be known and felt But your ever somber trail of thoughts Rescue will never easily be taught If only our healing tears Could ease the weight of memories The same old ghostly haunting of your eyes And the old poisonous mist of memories Rises about me, and the old desire Quickens along my veins in sharper fire O! I am lost, you will not set me free Unless I turn again, and seek the sea Some vague new world of waters, bounded by The soft and sudden barrier of the sky