Seek me no more on the low and reaching
Barren and wide where the red moon burns;
Let me go forth as a gull far inland,
Steers him seaward and never returns.
Seek me no more in grief beseeching,
Seek me no more, seek me no more.

Call me no more through the desert places,
(Once with our love was the desert fair.)
Love, lest I come who should hasten onward,
Give not sorrow a voice on the air.
Call me no more from starry spaces,
Call me no more, call me no more!