Amy Levy - Lohengrin lyrics

Back to the mystic shore beyond the main The mystic craft has sped, and left no trace. Ah, nevermore may she behold his face, Nor touch his hand, nor hear his voice again! With hidden front she crouches; all in vain The proffered balm. A vessel nears the place ; They bring her young, lost brother; see her strain The new-found nurseling in a close embrace. God, we have lost Thee with much questioning. In vain we seek Thy trace by sea and land, And in Thine empty fanes where no men sing. What shall we do through all the weary days ? Thus wail we and lament. Our eyes we raise, And, lo, our Brother with an outstretched hand!