Brightly most joyous morn that was, You stood by pretty flowers for a while, Played there the little gardener for love, Though you had tended all, you'd do it with a smile, For all the work was done! For all the work is done!
Anticipated returns fill up a heart, A little piece of your adventure mine, Outpouring into laughter on these walls, Again. Sweetness of reunion for a time.
To curl up on a chair, And spread out on the floor, To call a blanket friend, And freezing cold tiles warm, To shut the eyes to outer lights, And half open them to take a look, At these many ways to find a rest - a sleep and deeply kip.