It was me, peering through the looking-glass Beyond the embrace of Christ Like the secret face within the tapestry Like a bird of prey over the crest And she was swathed in sorrow As if born within its mask Her candlelight snuffed, the icon smiled Emptiness followed in her wake I could clasp her in undying love Within ghostlike rapture the final word was mine She faced me in awe It was a token of ebony colour Embodied in faint vapour Wandering through April's fire Compelled to grasp and to hold the one that was you I will endure, hide away I would outrun the scythe, glaring with failure It is a mere destiny I thought A threshold I had crossed before The rain was waving goodbye And when the night came the forest folded its branches around me Something passed by, and I went into a dream She, laughing and weeping at once: "Take me away" I don't know how or why, and I'll never know WHEN