near but far away
- 3. the deep grey windows of her heart methought her eyes were wet
- 5. And as a prayer from out my heart did rise And struggled on my lips in shame's strong net,
- 6. She stayed me, and cried "Brother!" our lips met, Her dear hands drew me into Paradise .
- 7. Sweet seemed the word she spoke, Sweet seemed that kiss Till thence her feet were gone While it might be as wordless music--
- 8. And kiss and word I knew, and, left alone , Face to face seemed I to a wall of stone, While at my back there beat a boundless sea