III
NOW bending like a windy stem I strive,
Yet ever onward, step by step, descend.
The silence is a threat, the dark alive,
And love how far, how far, my journey's end.
Yet ever onward, step by step, descend.
The silence is a threat, the dark alive,
And love how far, how far, my journey's end.
It is the girlhood dream I leave behind,
And sweeter vision never witched a maid.
Into the threatening shades I wander blind:
Ah, Mary, help me now! I am afraid.
And sweeter vision never witched a maid.
Into the threatening shades I wander blind:
Ah, Mary, help me now! I am afraid.
Yet with my fears I sway and follow still;
The doorway gleams, the pleading magic charms,
Step after step, with fluttering breath and will—
Step after step . . . at last . . . into his arms.
The doorway gleams, the pleading magic charms,
Step after step, with fluttering breath and will—
Step after step . . . at last . . . into his arms.
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