UNANSWERABLE QUESTIONS
Reading edition
Is there light of moon or sun
In the land where thou hast gone?
Does the rush of wind and rain
Smite thy woodlands green again?
Do dawn-birds rise up and sing,
Sunrise. Sunrise," heralding?
Dost thou fear, as once, the stark
Hours of panther-footed dark?
Oh, little maiden, sweetly frail,
Naught can these empty words avail.
For thee I clasp God's mantle fast,
Praying till night is overpast.