I shall not let a sorrow die Until I find the heart of it, Nor let a wordless joy go by Until it talks to me a bit.
Can I ever know you / Or you know me?
A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring.
My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.
Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery.
Down the hill I went, and then, I forgot the ways of men, For night-scents, heady and damp and cool Wakened ecstasy