Shadow

No more constant lover in the spring was there.
I see thee when the blossoms break 
the bounds of loveliness, 
when streamlets sing. 
Bound to thee am I in sleep and wake. 
I see thee beyond the joy which hours inspire.
In the rose’s sky I feel thy breath. 
And ever in the restless moment of desire 
I sense thy face behind me, 
Mr. Death.