Endlessly yearning for you
In the city called Endless Peace,
Where autumn crickets cry from the well's rail that shines of gold,
Where flecks of frost blow chill and leave the bedmat colored cold,
With no light from the lonely little lantern,
The thread of longing set to snap out loud,
Gaze at the moon, and heave a useless sigh:
My love, a flower beyond that wall of cloud!
And high above the heavens' blue dark reign
And down below the waters' pale waves stream
Endless the sky, and far the journey - the fleet soul grieves in flight,
And cannot touch beyond those mountains even in a dream.
So endlessly the yearning
Beats a man's heart down.