Thank you, God: I dream of him more seldom,
And don't see him now in every place,
The white path with clouds has been laden,
Easy shadows o'er the waters raced.
And all day the chime of bells arose
O'er the ocean of the ploughed soil;
Here the toll is best-heard from Saint John's
Belfries which are seen afar, the tall.
I am cutting off the lilac fashioned
For the brunches that have lost their bloom;
......
There is much I owe
to those I do not love.
The relief in accepting
they are closer to another.
Joy that I am not
the wolf to their sheep.
My peace be with them
for with them I am free,
and this, love can neither give,
nor know how to take.
......
There is much I owe
to those I do not love.
The relief in accepting
they are closer to another.
Joy that I am not
the wolf to their sheep.
My peace be with them
for with them I am free,
and this, love can neither give,
nor know how to take.
......
Thank you, God: I dream of him more seldom,
And don't see him now in every place,
The white path with clouds has been laden,
Easy shadows o'er the waters raced.
And all day the chime of bells arose
O'er the ocean of the ploughed soil;
Here the toll is best-heard from Saint John's
Belfries which are seen afar, the tall.
I am cutting off the lilac fashioned
For the brunches that have lost their bloom;
......