Light, so low upon earth,
You send a flash to the
sun.
Here is the golden close of love,
All my wooing is
done.
Oh, the woods and the meadows,
Woods where we hid from
the wet,
Stiles where we stay'd to be kind,
Meadows in which
we met!
Light, so low in the vale
You flash and lighten afar,
For this
is the golden morning of love,
And you are his morning
star.
Flash, I am coming, I come,
By meadow and stile and
wood,
Oh, lighten into my eyes and heart,
Into my heart and
my blood!
Heart, are you great enough
For a love that never
tires?
O' heart, are you great enough for love?
I have heard
of thorns and briers,
Over the meadow and stiles,
Over the
world to the end of it
Flash for a million miles.