Here is where We will stare Towards the bluest night, And fall from truest fright. I lost all to the cause Of two million years, Centered and swept of tears, Without content to loss. She will give me All those felled trees, As I cling to see Her sacred beauty. One throat and one grain Of dust and hope The gift to hold pain Of one I grope. I lie awakened To see all taken From my eyes Without cries.