You did not know yourself when you dwelt alone,and there was no crying of an errand when the wind ran from the hither and the farther shore.

I came and you woke, and the skies blossomed with lights.

You made you open in many flowers; rocked me in the cradles of many forms; hid me in death and found me in life again.

I came and your heart heaved; pain came to you and joy.

You touched me and tingled into love.

But in my eyes there is a film of shame and in my breast a flicker of fear;my face is veiled and I weep when I cannot see you.

Yet I know the endless thirst in your heart for the sight of me,the thirst that cries at my door in the repeated knockings of sunrise.