For thy sake youth is fallen and grown cold,
And there is blood upon Love's wing of gold,
And hope is mockery, and passed is pride of pain;
For thy sake I am grey and lost and old,
Broken because I dreamed awhile in vain.
For thy sake, and for the wild words I said
When I cursed God, and for the stain of red
Upon my fingers when I slew my soul,
I am cast out alive among the dead.
And there is blood upon Love's wing of gold,
And hope is mockery, and passed is pride of pain;
For thy sake I am grey and lost and old,
Broken because I dreamed awhile in vain.
For thy sake, and for the wild words I said
When I cursed God, and for the stain of red
Upon my fingers when I slew my soul,
I am cast out alive among the dead.
