Can you see the stairs before me,
Leading up to solemn stars
Clothed in midnight, coal, oily black
And staring back with that conviction
That's eating into my heart and soul
As only those pious and lofty ones can
Am I treading these boards alone,
My love, my darling, lovely, cherished love,
Whose arms enclose me as I sleep
And when I wake, take me in such tender embrace
That angels blush when they catch sight
And turn their heads for holy shame?
Where go these stairs that beckon me,
When leaving is so great a torment
That it tears this precious, tender, aching heart,
The two pieces so far removed
To be, almost two different hearts
Living in one all too mortal house?
What sin has befallen me
That is so great as to divorce us,
Though we ere not be married,
And cast me to another, higher,
Whose love is greater, encompassing, pure,
That is barrs this love as soiled?
Who made this undying law
That serves to protect and keep me
From your gaze that lasts until the end;
When we will be as one, in earth;
And sweeps aside consciousness
That the law refutes, abhors, denies?
Is not the wish the wishers to make
When the wisher is but her father's daughter,
And only blood bar one,
Who's only sin was that of thought
And flesh to be as one
So that she is buried, dead, forgotten?
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