Gate of Waking

Who should console my soul forlorn When traces linger of your grace? When wake I to a des'late morn And left so pining your embrace? With blear of eyes, your visage fades As sleep abandons me anon. Your form receding to the shades, And lo! I blink and you are gone! No truer love was there for me Than love that was your gentle heart. And by our Garden's sanctity I vowed that we shall never part! My eyes accursed to open so, And you not crossing past the gate. To where your essence cannot go, To where I suffer well as wake! Oh, that I may pluck out my eyes As bribe to him who guards all rest! And all the world of waking dies As gain to me who gains you best! And never shall I see you weep Amongst our Garden's deathless blooms No eyes to ever wake my sleep, No gate to part us ever soon.