On a Grey Thread/From the Top of the World
From the Top of the World
Come to me at the top of the world,O Mine, before the years spillOur rare love into Time's cupAnd give our will to Time's will.
My wide basin is full of starlight,My moon is lighted with new fire,I have lit every sun in the firmamentWith the hurting flame of my desire.
The worms there in the valleyDie—to forget death!But here at the top of the worldI laugh under my breath.
There is pain here, and tears,Bitter, terrible tears;But the joys have warm mouths, and madnessDances downwards with the years.
Come to me at the top of the world,O Mine. The valley is deep,The valley is full of the dying,And with those that sleep.
But here wonderful winds blowAnd the pines sing one song.Come to me at the top of the world,Come soon. I have waited too long.