My heart shall thus be happy even if pained,
        Free even if strained
To keep that height of joy whence tremble down 
        Thy songs to our ow
My soul may thus be happy, full and fre 
        Oh, happily
Raise me from me and lift my life unto 
        That thou dost woo -
The light, the sky, the distance and the morn, 
        Till I be unborn
Again to pure dispersion in the seas 
        Of the high breeze
That speaks to thee, ere light be born, of light, 
        Till the delight
Of without being being shall make me 
        Song and sky be!