The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance...
our long way home.
I was always yours to have.

The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,

It is only the revelation of You
that is endlessly new and eternall
and that gives the only meaning to
we feel Your rhythmic throb as sou
world in our own souls; then are w

Clouds rumbling in the sky; teemin
I sit on the river bank, sad and a
The sheaves lie gathered, harvest
The river is swollen and fierce in
As we cut the paddy it started to

The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief
Is it that they are born again

Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love.