Give me my utmost hour and let me die!
Even as the golden bee in the azure sky,
Even as the rainbow that glows and fades on high,
Even as the radiant star that dims with dawn,
Even as the rose that swoons on the languid breeze,
Even as the sunbeam paling, wan,
Lord, let me be as these!
(Give me my utmost hour and let me die!)

I am weary, weary of all discovered things,
Of the feast of love and delight with its painted wings,
Of the moon's slow gaze and the keen wind when it sings,
Of day in its august splendour of shining noon,
Of scented flowers and bird's glad threnodies—
Lord, I want none of these.
(I am weary, weary of all discovered things.)

Give me a rapture no mortal has ever known!
Some perfect joy that shall fill my heart alone,
Some beautiful vision from unseen regions blown,
Some sweetness beyond all bourne, some exquisite pain,
Some new mad riot of unborn ecstasies,
Some dream that is wild and vain,
Lord, why not one of these?
(Give me a rapture no mortal has ever known!)