The Song

It seems to me something I lost on my way,
And how shall it be?
Shall I turn back again--the distance is far
And weary to me.

There is something I lost but I can not tell what. …
Had it worth?
I shall leave it--the day closes darkly and soon,
And wide is the earth.

Shadows are falling from mountain and branch.
Long is my own.
My heart bids me turn calling, restless, "Some good
Away has been thrown.—

I remain standing still on my path, by many
Doubts crossed.
Something is gone and I cannot tell what;
Something is lost.