Haunted

[ZaunköniG]

Haunted


I am distraught with singing. In my brain
I feell a presence ever, and a might
Pursues my soul in flashes of long light
Or soft as throbbing of a golden rain,

Till my whole spirit melts into refrain
And I am wakened even in the night
By delicate visions that beset my sight,
The clinging sweetness of a perfect strain.

I am distraught with singing! Never more
Shall I go with my friends in the old ways.
In other orbits do my paths belong
And other hands will beckon me before.
God sets a wonder upon all my days,
And I am haunted always by a song.