When dreams evaporate and mist away
and hushed and still the shadows hang
As dew touched leaves in morning trees
you must bring forth the soul of it
Under wide sky, at first glance
be not sick in sleep another night
Pass by such sickness into life
in the ground now given you
As the first furrow of forgetting
seeds a love in dazzling splendor
So hard to bring forth
so easy does it mist away
Tis so delicate to raise
Will its fresh green growth
be safe in uncertain earth?
Maybe fall there in the deep
dark pocket of the heart?
Where all ferments to bitterness and despair!
Better no heart to have at all
than so bitter a heart as this?
Who knows, who knows, who knows
Who knows...? ? ? ?
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