Well—Is it finished,
Is the long day-dream done?
The battle lost, and won?
Has love at length diminished
And night begun?
Do you pass to another?
Yet still I hold
Devotion all untold;
Although you mate a brother
And leave me cold.
My heart beats but for thee
And every thought is thine,
As flowers to the sun incline;
For once thou lovedst me
And all was mine.
Though destiny may banish,
My heart is still the same;
And thine is all my fame;
Although thy love may vanish,
True burns my flame.
And, thou mayst know
That shouldst thou call to me,
Where-ever I may be,
Like arrow from its bow
Straight I will fly to thee.