Let the roots enfold me mildly, Let them pull me down below, While I sob so small, so childly, From life's unforgiving blow. Let my flesh revive through flowers, Let the lilies grow from pain; Hold me as the dark devours All my tears and all my strain. Let the breeze caress my spirit, Let me drift through silent hills, Find the peace I've lost, revere it, Keep it close to soothe my chills. Let the stars in hush assemble, Let the moon its balm impart, May my essence cease to tremble When Death turns my woe to art.
