We wandered in that shadowland,
My fair love, you and I,
Through all its strangeness hand in hand
We journeyed silently.
My lyre is hanging cold and dumb,
Mute with our triumph song,
I have no voice now you are come,
Whom I have sought so long.
But I will bring you in Love's land,
Into Love's highest place,
And crown you there, and understand
The wonder of your face.
And then my joyous song shall rise
To sun and moon and star;
And all the worlds beyond the skies
Shall tell how fair you are.
