I ask but one thing of you, only one, br That always you will be my dream of you; br That never shall I wake to find untrue br All this I have believed and rested on, br Forever vanished, like a vision gone br Out into the night. Alas, how few br There are who strike in us a chord we knew br Existed, but so seldom heard its tone br We tremble at the half-forgotten sound. br The world is full of rude awakenings br And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground, br Yet still our human longing vainly clings br To a belief in beauty through all wrongs.