Let this single hour atone For the theft of all of me
The grass is waking in the ground, / Soon it will rise and blow in waves - / How can it have the heart to sway / Over the graves, / New graves?
Call him wise whose actions, words, and steps are all a clear because to a clear why.
look for a lovely thing and you will find it, it is not far, it never will be far
One by one, like leaves from a tree, / All my faiths have forsaken me.
Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery.