I shall return to the forests of my youth, In their protecting aura rest awhile, No comfort seek nor grief-torn heart to soothe But walk alone mile on silent mile
And speak of her to the fluttering leaves And lean against a friendly trunk and sleep To wake in beauty as the music weaves Between the soaring branches; I shall weep
But little now amongst these royal friends, Another round complete the soul again Begins. I know not how the journey ends And of the future when the past is slain
Know even less, or of my being's fate. Resolved, I shall surrender joyfully, In the eternal present I will wait The morns of God and earthly destiny.
Poems Undated (1727)
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