Loss from Yearning

There is only one thing I seek,

Yet it strays so far from reach,

Some peace I search, always seek,

Yet fate does not it me bequeath.

Why do you tease me of great Lord-

This one thing have I not yet earned?

Night by night I wait at the hearth,

And morn by morn I leave it forlorn.

You tease me Lord!

'Tis a cruel jest!

Give me one thing dear Sire!

Please give me rest!