I HAVE grieved too much erewhile for fleeting pain,
And now my griefs I may not recognize.
'Tis well they spake to me in furtive sighs,
And called to me with their light voices fain;
For them no more the tears will fill my eyes.

My sorrows now are unknown souls to me,
Wayfarers who were loved perchance of yore
Whom now no more I wait for patiently,
They pass me by and know me now no more:
Too late, too late; their souls have shut the door....

translated by Wilfrid Thorley