In the second month of the newly budded year When eager life steps on the sill of Spring I shall go and stand upon the solemn shore And cast your body's ashes to the sea, Confronting yet again the mystery Of this embattled life and death that steals From too brief hours love's felicity.
In perilous journeys on the roads of time We meet in joy and oft in sorrow part, But joy prevails and when we meet once more In other lands assuming foreign names And forms that only soul can recognize, We know that here on earth is love's true place And greet the One in every changing face.
Within us now from sleep he slowly wakes As we cast aside the robes of ignorance That covered us through the forgetful years, Waiting the hour of the decisive turn Away from the too loud congress of the world. Life's song is borne upon the wings of youth And peace within our strengthened breasts returns.
Poems Undated (1727)
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