She Sits Vacant-Eyed

Surely, surely, there is something for me,

There is something to fill my spirit's measure.

Winds tell, rains tell-

Somewhere, somewhere is my treasure.

They promised it me when a raven spoke

Back in the reaches of maidenhood.

He spoke for God, he spoke well-

I am groping for what I then understood.

Ten thousand pathways ran to treasure-

The raven spoke, I saw the vision.

Suns burn, moons burn-

God, God! I am sitting in prison!

Surely, surely, there is something for me-

There is something to fill my spirit whole.

Sun, burn! sun, burn!

Pity me, make a blaze of my soul!