I am not yours, not lost in you,
   Not lost, altho' I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
   Lost as a snow-flake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
   A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
   Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love—put out
   My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
   A taper in a rushing wind.