We want deeper sincerity of motive, a greater courage in speech and earnestness in action.

To quench my longing I bent me low By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow In that magical wood in the land of sleep.

Cover mine eyes, O my Love! Mine eyes that are weary of bliss As of light that is poignant and strong O silence my lips with a kiss, My lips that are weary of song! Shelter my soul, O my love! My soul is bent low with the pain And the burden of love, like the grace Of a flower that is smitten with rain: O shelter my soul from thy face!