Hast thou no dream to seek?
In all my thinking and sighing,
In all my desolate crying.
I send my heart forth yearning
O heart that may'st be nigh!
Like a bird weary of flying,
My heavy heart, returning,
Bringeth me no replying.
   Of word, or thought, or sigh.
In all my joying and grieving.
    Living, hoping, believing,
I send my love forth flowing,
   To find my unknown love.
O world, that I am leaving,
O heaven, where I am going,
Is there no finding and knowing,
    Around, within or above?
O soul of my soul's seeing
    O heart of my heart's being.
O love of dreaming and waking
    And living and dying for—
Out of my soul's last aching
Out of my heart just breaking—
Doubting, falling forsaking,
    I call on you this once more.
Are you too high or too lowly
    To come at lengh upto me?
Are you too sweet or too holy
   For me to have and to see?
Wherever you are, I call you,
Ere the falseness of life enthral you,
Ere the hollow of death appal you,