I ... I never knew him,
But another I,
In the dancing shadows,
Danced with him.
But where is the Dance
Which shifts the great Immovable,
Beyond which he has gone?
O foolish bird at the heart of me,
To beat my wings
Against that transparent barrier:
To see so clearly
Him who can never be reached.
 ...And so I come to death
And grief of death at last
This roundabout way.