This wavering hope I hold deep in my core,
As if a seedling seeking warmth and light
That’s ne’er enough—I always yearn for more;
Yet trapped am I in glinting, jewelled night,
A flickering flame throws shadows on the floor.
Around the room, the shadows’ flitting flight
Recalls a time that I lived once before,
But that is past, and I, left without sight,
Doth strike out at the closely wavering hope—
I know not if to love again, or lie,
I know not why I dare not grasp that rope;
I yearn for it—but is it all a sin?
Fear I too hard that I be taken in:
Just one more shattered hope, and I shall die.