To flow onto your shores, O solitude,
The darkest ocean had I to sail through,
Part its bleak waters with the fortitude
Of an oak which roots deep in the earth grew.
The chalice that shivered now grows heavy,
Full to overflow with milk and honey,
Giving like the sun in the early dawn
In silence spreads joy, bathing sky and lawn.
The breath of heart over the forest wide
Hums through the leaves a loving warmth of light,
Shapes words of fire raining like a tide
Forging the world anew with deep insight.
Solitude is a garden in full bloom
And a beehive where thoughts, as in a womb,
Are gathered from flowers inside to grow
And rise from darkness, burning in full glow.