Past many suns and many rains
This cord, you’ve sent to reach my end
Plying the same unyielding lanes
You’ve seemed so high, without a bend.
Has love this errand given you
Or do you speak the loner’s tongue?
For my heart can only be true
And sing this song, though it be long.
Pour your wine in a golden cup
For no ferment would you lament
Entwine your spirit with the priceless
And all your days will reach above
For Heaven crowns a lover’s love
Till it blossoms, and returns much.