He is a flower, a song, a struggle, a wild storm,
And, at the last, he is redemption, power, joy, fulfilment and perfect peace.
AN INCANTATION
O great sun of heaven, harm not my love;
Sear him not with your flame, blind him not with your beauty,
Shine for his pleasure!
O gray rains of heaven, harm not my love;
Drown not in your torrent the song of his heart,
Lave and caress him.
O swift winds of heaven, harm not my love;