Paining over foreign glyphs,
My toil of joy so swift begun,
But lengthy is the road adrift,
Unwinding tirelessly beneath the rising sun.

Great governor of all coincidence,
The wheels of fate spin weblike to and fro,
Proliferating from the throne of providence,
On axises they forever run unmoved,
Within a limit and for each full time.

Back to a bed,
A bed that shall not squeak,
Shan't ripple with a lean,
But will hold me firmly on the springs,
The grass is gone the fields behind,
Deep mornings left to dawn without
My shadow on the dew-slick plane.

Forgive me for my doubting mind,
I wish to walk with You a thousand steps,
And to then again walk many more,
For Your whisper rocks my weary frame,
How could I walk without You now,
I couldn't walk without You then,
I wish to say a thousand times,
Yes to Your costly love again.