The youth to the Player Eternal1

High thoughts I thought,
And Thy love I caught.
Upon Thy road
Was my abode.
Whatever I sought
By Thee was brought.
Alas!
to-day
I am but clay.
Those days of gold
No more I behold.
To all unknown
I dwell alone.
O Player divine!
Within me shine.
With Thee I shall play
Through sleepless day.
Deep in Thy Breast
My eternal rest.


  1. SAI 36. (1956)