Step now and then, you gentle-hearted

Step now and then, you gentle-hearted,

into the breath not breathed for you,

let it blow over your cheeks, and, parted,

quiver behind you, united anew.

Blissful spirits no conflict harrows,

starters, surely, of many a heart.

Bows for arrows and targets for arrows,

divinelier smiling through tears that smart.

Be not afraid of suffering, render

heaviness back to the earth again;

mountains are heavy, and seas, and the tender

trees that in childhood you set in their places

have grown too heavy for you to sustain.

Ah, but the breezes... ah, but the spaces...