Dig runnels into my heart, Grief,
Let all the agony flow;
The pool of Life is deep
And into it must go
All that the Sacred Ones teach:

Give me a measure for sorrow
A cup to apportion pain;
Let me drop by drop deal out,
Today and yet again,
Another flagon of tomorrow:

I cried because I felt alone
As a leaf dropped
And drifting with the wind;
Till on the wind
I found reprieve, unknown:

I have the wind to speak to,
A pool rests in my hands,
In my heart a golden solitude,
And in my soul the Sun stands…