Pause of Thoughts

World is as it used to be Nor yours nor mine, nor slave nor free Love had robbed us of immortal things Most desires our hands never reach, Be hold for I cannot sleep And like a guilty thing I creep Your presence is the stillness Fills me with wonder and mysteries, All night upon my heart I feel your heart beat I saw the bitter of it, and the sweet But to prevent the sad increase Of hopeless love, away I keep, Would that you were all to me Miss you more than tongue can speak Comfort myself, but what comfort is in me? We are not where, nor what we be.