If only I could make you speak
across the years that now divide
us from those others, side by side,
who sought what helpless lovers seek;

If somehow I could make you hear
their dialogue that still goes on,
though one of them is long since gone,
and nothing makes her reappear;

If I could make you see, and care,
that they are helpless, hopeless still,
and still must wander lost until
unlikely rescue finds them there;

Perhaps then you could help me know
how I at last might grant them peace
as well as find my own release
from those lost lovers long ago.

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