Poems (Young)/Heart's Desire

HEART'S DESIRE.
You called me when the lights were lit
And my hearth-flame glowed redly bright,
A dancing, glancing joy in it:
You called me from the heart of night.

I heard your voice and knew my doom
To follow you whate'er betide;
I followed you into the gloom—
Far off my hearth-flame sank and died.

You bent immortal eyes to mine,
O Heart's Desire, that dared not stay
Lest you should lose a love divine
For mortal hands that cling and pray.

O never more for me the light
Will shine in any earthly home
I am the lonely wind of night
I am the wild sea's bitter foam.

I am the homeless bird that cries
Against the grey sky ere the dawn
When the pale clinging sleep-mist lies
Like a pale shroud on moor and lawn.

I am the longing of the world
For a lost beauty that it knew
When the white stars with flame-wings furled
Sang it to being from the blue.