Kindle, quiet flame And carry these weightless candles of dawn Lay waste these broken woes On the warm wave of summer air Kindle, this reverie Of sheltered darkness Across the waters calm eye With the bygone clasp of centuries The pulse of waves against the rocks Swelling from the ageless shore Coiling around the endless rhyme Like sun-rays on the quiet billows Kindle, this epitaph Against this quiet painting of godless nature Breathe on the pulse of wind in the trees Ever-green shade lit by the evening stars Sleep, my weary heart Deep in the warm chest of the earth Flee, escape the winters white hand of death Return to the summer never-ending "Where the birds weave their song On the tall trees distant hum And the north winds cease To carry the voices past Alone as the eye of the night-sky That cradles the gardens of stars I'll forever return to these quiet shores As my candle fades and the twilight's gone...