FAITHLESS

The words you said grow faint;

The lamps you lit burn dim;

Yet, still be near your faithless friend

To urge and counsel him.

Still with returning feet

To where life's shadows brood,

With steadfast eyes made clear in death

Haunt his vague solitude.

So he, beguiled with earth,

Yet with its vain things vexed,

Keep even to his own heart unknown

Your memory unperplexed.