Too Long Have I Wandered
For far too long now have I wandered,
In many hovels have I lain.
Beneath the coldest of god's altars,
Or beneath the dampest of shades.
Come now, my most tangled memory,
To the weeds I lay in by night.
There to you I will sing my threnodies,
And like a flame my flesh will alight.
For you I have wept in ancient grottoes,
I have sighed in the tenebrous air;
My dreams will come and fill me with woe,
For when I wake, you are not there.
In twilight, I've slept in the Lotus-Room,
And amongst its walls of winter rime;
There came the sword by which I was run through
As I had lost all track of Time.
How I've wandered for you through shadow,
To tread through pangs both deep and snell.
Let us come, my hart, my sorrow,
For where you've wandered, I cannot tell.
I have wandered like a ghostly echo,
Dateless deities have come to life.
Through the seasons have I wallowed,
Haunted by your sullen eyes.
The wild flocks of fitful turkeys,
And their gleaming feathers of jade,
Journey through the bitter mo