I followed the path proposed
Only to find a self lost,
I aimed for the one truth
That seemed a sure sign
Of prosperity.
But under the saxe blue sky
— Oh sweet summertime,
Like a childhood memory
Reawakens the longing
… the dream …
Out of reach, of out
Time — I carry no grievance
With pockets full of holes,
As I sing the songs of meadows
And maidens dance the lore
The dream of Light and Longing
Once more becomes the fore.
I followed the path proposed
Finding neither wealth nor score,
Resigned I remained dreaming
Of merry maidens dancing
Across misty morning meadows,
Flowers in their hair
& a self content — with that.