dearest love, how can I ever forget
you and all I always knew true by you;
how always I am stuck in time, and yet,
how chaste was life and strife so then to two;
now, there are such hallmarks and compromise—
o how to meet your breath and seek your eyes—
and all directions grant to me your skies,
and, through the time to you my heart so flies:
you, in truth, my greatest duty and love,
the one whom I most feel I always owe
for all I see and hear now from above,
let heaven be my aim and home I go.
and though earth turns now ‘tween sun and moon,
light reaches out and meets with all so soon.