O Life, be idle and let Love come in,
And give thy dreamy hair that Love may spin.
But Love himself is idle with his song.
Let Love come last, and then may Love last long.
Be patient, Life, for Love is not the last.
Be patient now with Death, for Love has passed.
SONG OF THE SOULS SET FREE
Wrap the earth in cloudy weather
For a shroud.
We have slipped the earthly tether,