The Last Question

New love, new love, where are you to lead me?

All along a narrow way that marks a crooked line

How are you to slake me, and how are you to feed me?

With bitter yellow berries, and a sharp new wine

New love, new love, shall I be forsaken?

One shall go a-wandering, and one of us must sigh

Sweet it is to slumber, but how shall we awaken-

Whose will be the broken heart, when dawn comes by?