The fatal arrow, like a scarlet flood
My life gushed forth; but yet the one word Hope
Was written in my blood.

Why should the Cosmos turn its wheel of worlds
If not to search for thee eternally?
Why should the tireless Sun arise each morn
If not to look for thee?

Alas my fate! before you came to me
Already had I felt the touch of Death,
Nor was I spared before thy worshipped feet
To offer up my breath.

For long, throughout the world, I sought for thee,
Through weary years and ages of unrest;
At last I found thee hidden in my arms
Within my breast!

ZAUQ.




FRAGMENTS.




Each morn I see the Sun in majesty