OUTSIDE your heart the lonely way
Is dark and cold,
There is no light nor guiding ray,
From any fold.
Through all the black encircling air
And blinding rain,
I stretch my hands, in my despair,
For help in vain.
The wind blows downward from the hills
In fierce unrest,
And bears me wheresoe'er it wills,
Upon its breast.
Oh let your heart be opened wide,
For pity's sake,
And bid me come again inside,
Where mine may break.