My soul is full of bells, My heart of birds is full; The near stars in the wells Tremble and in the pool. My soul is full of fanes, Is full of flowers and trees; The child his tear contains And carols to the breeze. My heart is all alive With angels in Heaven's scope I hear the Fates that strive For the barns' secret hope. My soul of essance gay Is full, of Gods and skies. Love, bandage thou mine eyes, To guide me in thy way! |