Why seems the world so fair,
Why do I sing?
Why? in the meadow there
When it was Spring,
There when all fair things were
Clearer to see,
All the young dreams I'd lost
Came back to me.
* * * *
I may not enter now,
But there's a Spring
Somewhere beyond the sun.
So I can sing,
So I can wait and sing,
While I prepare
My soul to welcome thine,
When we meet there.