O Master, if immortals suffer aught br Of sadness like to ours, and in like sighs br And with like overflow of darkened eyes br Disburden them, I know not; but methought, br What time to day mine ear the utterance caught br Whereby in manifold melodious wise br Thy heart's unrestful infelicities br Rose like a sea with easeless winds distraught, br That thine seemed angel's grieving, as of one br Strayed somewhere out of heaven, and uttering br Lone moan and alien wail: because he hath br Failed to remember the remounting path, br And singing, weeping, can but weep and sing br Ever, through vasts forgotten of the sun.