If not yours, then let me be longing’s suitor.
Where you came from there is a world of glory.
The morning air will be my gentle tutor.
And the rose will whisper to me her sweet story.
Though I am banished from your thoughts, I gain
another entrance in the avenues of All.
That is your Source, where I will find you again.
You are a droplet in that waterfall.
Why should I chafe at these austerities?
The anguish of lovers surely is misguided.
Everywhere shines the Agent of Affinities,
and what I find in you is undivided.
I am even richer in my banishment,
since unanswered love is love never spent.