New Spring
- You
- of orchard in blossom
- of sun gleam after rain
- have saved me from the bitterness
- and darkness of my self-affliction
- and so I give you
- honey as from the withered petals
- under the hedge
- and gold as from uncertain sands
- of sea-cliff
- to be my testament
- made rich and pure by your grace
- to be your sacrament.
