I can run and stand in the wind, on the hill,
Now that I am lone and free,
Whistle through the dusk and the cleansing chill,
All my red-winged dreams to me.
I had dreamed of love like a wind, like a flame,
I had watched for love, a star;
That was never love that you brought when you came....
Silver cord and golden bar!
I was swathed with love like a veil, like a cloak;
I was bound with love a shroud,