I gave chase, but before I found you, I suffered
A loneliness cast upon me, your beauty tempts
My life was destined for pain, receiving it again
Time is spent in sorrow, more than all tomorrows
And now we walk in a place, ever lasting grace
But I am so tired now, what's left of me, nothing
Elysium calls, I can't answer, broken by a cancer
Time is emptied but it goes on hope not embraced
But the tides of time linger, and yet I still chase
What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross
What thou lov’st well shall not be reft from thee
What thou lov’st well is thy true heritage
Ezra Pound
