Poems (Radford)/Release

by Dollie Radford

For works with similar titles, see Release.

Release

Ah, Love, through what unfathomed deeps Thy feet have sped,Up what bare hills and barren steeps Thy hands have led,What bitter nights and burning daysHave marked thy ways.

And I have followed all the while, So close to thee,Hoping thou wouldest turn and smile, To gladden me,To tell me we should safely comeTo thy fair home.

But thou dost ever onward press, With hidden face,Ah surely none may wear thy dress, None take thy place;Ah tell me it is thou indeedWith whom I speed.

Dear Love, dear Love, thy tightening hand Is stern and cold,I see the gates of thy great land Grown clear and bold,And Death, alone, comes forth in peaceTo my release.