Yareth at Solomon's Tomb

At last

Your search is at an end,

King Solomon,

You, restless dreamer,

For whom each face held promise

Unfulfilled,

Whose hungry arms held many women,

( Though none could fill your need )

Who seized, but never loved,

This is your sepulchre...

I who till today

Questioned my heart

Now find it buried with you

In this tomb;

So now I can forgive you

That you never believed

My love!