- OBSESSION
OH, take away those haunting eyes
That come with the moonlight still.
When the heavy clouds forsake the skies,
And the rain goes over the hill.
Oh, take away what that lovely hand
On the wild sea-margin writ.
Let the wind hide it in the sand
And the sea roll over it!
Oh, lost one, lost one, of whom I dreamed!
On the long white road 'twas you
Who always before me wavered and gleamed,
Who always towards me turned and seemed
The heart's desire come true.
By lonely bridges where ancient floods
Flowed towards lands unknown,
'Twas you, O child of a thousand moods,
Who waited for me alone!
But now, oh now that you've touched me and fled
The long white roads grow cold;
And the water at every bridge's head
Flows darker than of old.
Oh, take away those haunting eyes
That come with the moonlight still.
Let the heavy clouds cover the skies
And the rain cover the hill!
