Mother Of Things Impossible

Oh interpret my soul to me
Give me no truth, no sight, no road

Mother of things impossible
Sister of what can never be
Thou whose closed lips will never tell
The words whose lack is misery
Sit by my side while I ignore
Smile by my ignorance of thee

And my lost solitude restore
Oh, life is sad as things unwilled
Love is the day that never comes
To those blind as my soul, and filled

With that pressage of coming drums
When the city shall fall, that haunts

The inner vision whose night hums
In us while death startingly chaunts

Oh interpret my soul to me
Give me no truth, no sight, no road
But take from me the misery
Of consciousness and the unseen goal
Of seeking ever what doth seem

Lighten with being near my load
O let me hold thy hand and dream