Poems (Radford)/Orpheus
Orpheus
We wandered in that shadowland, My fair love, you and I,Through all its strangeness hand in hand, We journeyed silently.
My lyre is hanging cold and dumb, Mute with our triumph song,I have no voice now you are come, Whom I have sought so long.
But I will bring you in Love's land, Into Love's highest place,And crown you there, and understand The wonder of your face.
And then my joyous song shall rise To sun and moon and star;And all the worlds beyond the skies Shall tell how fair you are.