Sparse are the plums that prevail;

Great are the sorrows that never are wept;

Numberless, sailors that never'll sail--

Because you went unkissed
O Life, do not reject your source

"Many the lilies that exist
without the bees' discourse"

If a World's destroyed Another's begun;

One Dream is spent? why then, another Dream!

And you must abide
though World's tears run

searing The Endless seam forever

One Spring becomes another Spring
One Winter another again
One thing turns to another thing

and You remain