The Body to the Soul (Eva Gore-Booth)

You have dragged me on through the wild wood ways You have given me toil and scanty rest I have seen the light of ten thousand days Grow dim and sink and fade in the West You shall follow once more a wandering fire You shall gaze again on the starlit sea You shall gather roses out of the mire Alas, but you shall not remember me Behold, I reach forth from beyond the years I will cry to you from beneath the sod I will drag you back from the starry spheres Yea, down from the very bosom of God You shall follow once more a wandering fire You shall gaze again on the starlit sea You shall gather roses out of the mire Alas, but you shall not remember me You cannot hide from the sun and the wind Or the whispered song of the April rain The proud earth that moulds all things to her mind Shall gather you out of the deeps again You shall follow once more a wandering fire You shall gaze again on the starlit sea You shall gather roses out of the mire Alas, but you shall not remember me You shall follow once more a wandering fire You shall gaze again on the starlit sea You shall gather roses out of the mire Alas, but you shall not remember me Alas, but you shall not remember me