about him..

He who ever had remained in the depth of my being,
in the twilight of gleams and of glimpses;
Words have wooed yet failed to win him,
persuasion has stretched to him its eager arms in vain.
I have roamed from country to country,
keeping him in the core of my heart,
and around him have risen and fallen
the growth and decay of my life.
Over my thoughts and actions,
my slumbers and dreams,
he reigned yet dwelled alone and apart.