Unto my Gladness then I cried: 'I will not be denied! Answer me now; and tell me why Thou dost not fall, as a broken star Out of the Dark where such things are, And where such bright things die....
The winds are lashing on the sea; The roads are blind with storm. And it's far and far away with me; So bide you there, stay warm. It's forth I must, and forth to-day; And I have no path to choose....