George William Russell - George William Russell lyrics

OUR true hearts are forever lonely: A wistfulness is in our thought: Our lights are like the dawns which only Seem bright to us and yet are not. Something you see in me I wis not: Another heart in you I guess: A stranger's lips—but thine I kiss not, Erring in all my tenderness. I sometimes think a mighty lover Takes every burning kiss we give: His lights are those which round us hover: For him alone our lives we live. Ah, sigh for us whose hearts unseeing Point all their pa**ionate love in vain, And blinded in the joy of being, Meet only when pain touches pain.