She turns from night to ask me why Life’s long day would lead to pain. I thought her words the preacher’s domain, Though holy books may all be lies And wisdom’s words but lonely sighs Whispered nigh like secret claims, Unrequited love and golden chains Of no help to all that dies. Life and love like melting snow Grace the world with reflected light Touching those who will never know, Fading with the new day’s sight, Leaving on the wind that blows, Curling round the long, dark night.