as how a dream becomes a way no seed becomes a tree so seemly law short shrift allows to the dream that weighs on me all for to gain some key of trespass through the beautiful or the cruel in wakeful coin I paid at every asking long ago
in that place where love is given the same where love is received see how the web is woven see how the truth is believed there was a calm that called me so in weal or woe at rest to rest my heart within that heart of darkness long ago
sweet is the light of morning and fair is eventide quietly once as the shade there passed along the waterside to seek the springs of human joy or the shores of human care a man whose name was written on the waters long ago