NEVER

Love hath no place in her,

Though in her bosom be

Love-thoughts and dreams that stir

Longings that know not me:

Love hath no place in her,

No place for me.

Never within her eyes

Do I the love-light see;

Never her soul replies

To the sad soul in me:

Never with soul and eyes

Speaks she to me.

She is a star, a rose,

I but a moth, a bee;

High in her heaven she glows,

Blooms far away from me:

She is a star, a rose,

Never for me.

Why will I think of her

To my heart's misery?

Dreaming how sweet it were

Had she a thought of me:

Why will I think of her!

Why, why, ah me!