IROSEFROMDREAMLESSHOURS
IrosefromdreamlesshoursandsoughtthemornThatbeatuponmywindow:fromthesillIwatchedsweetlands，whereAutumnlightnewbornSwayedthroughthetreesandlingeredonthehill。
Ifthingssolovelyare，whylabourstillTodreamofsomethingmorethanthisIsee？
DoIremembertalesofGalilee，Iwhohaveslainmyfaithandfreedmywill？
Letmeforgetdeadfaith，deadmystery，DeadthoughtsofthingsIcannotcomprehend。