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!