Willed yet not controlled by will I was lifted to a great height Onto a vast and grass tussock’d hill Up into the yearning light. She and I ran hand in hand in love On endless summer’s days Protected and immune up there above We happily lay together till dusk’s haze Willed again; as time drew on we ran as one Toward the edge of the unknown And plunged headlong into the dying sun And over the abyss! And there our spirit has flown Into an ageless clime, the kiss of Spring Gives our love in timeless bliss its fling.