Oh why is heaven built so far, And why is earth made so vast? I cannot touch the nearest star Which hangs afloat and greets me often. I was to be weaned from the light of shadows, They were to beautify my life no longer. What they call Fate, inexorable forever, I know it well: I once fell back in fright. The springtime blossom in the meadows, And little birds quiet in the leaves, Charms me pleasantly by far: Where we are is Home, and Virtue. Nothing seemed necessary but the truths told in the silent hours when reluctant heart whispers, Wine’s glow, food’s enjoyment, bedtime Comfort and friends, and other delights, I denied: there was little left to remove. Now I can travel through the world at ease, And all my heart speaks of one desire: For I am bound with fleshly bands, Joy, beauty, and coy childish smiles, I strain my heart, I stretch my hands, then to catch at will, Whatever I need’s to be found on every side, And I’d bring the indispensable with me – Love.