Do live, not counting or blaming
Escaping planets or the years,
Clean thoughts will now be retaining
The inner answer: no death.
Be gracious, don't ask for worlds,
And worship to a clear sky,
And greatful be for golden words,
And bluets in the ripply rye.
Stop looking back to wintry dreams
Try making new and fine,
And learn from small and timid wings
Do learn to sanctify!