In my search for you I have brooked
The long scroll of life after life;
Moving between life and death
For you, and you only, I have looked.
But this ev'ning, in the fading light
Sitting alone by the river bank
When sudden I hear your steps
The long hunt's end seems in sight.
But to whom or how can I bare the start
Of this sudden speechless throb in the heart?
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That "speechless throb" can only be felt by the one, for whom you have been waiting so long, and no one else. That is the worth and prize of your eternal search.
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