A Young New Sun

Without a reason for
Without a truth to know
Without a place where to go

Love has earth to which she clings
With hills and circling arms about
Wall within wall to shut fear out
But Thought has need of no such things
For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings

On snow and sand and turf, I see
Where Love has left a printed trace
With straining in the world's embrace
And such is Love and glad to be
But Thought has shaken his ankles free

Love is what we need
Is what we dream
Is what we miss
Is what we sing
Without a reason for
Without a truth to know
Without a place where to go
All alone

Thought cleaves
The interstellar gloom
And sits in Sirius' disc all night
Till day makes him retrace his flight
With smell of burning on every plume
Back past the sun to an earthly room
His gains in heaven are what they are
Yet some say Love by being thrall

Love is what we need
Is what we dream
Is what we miss
Love is what we sing
Without a reason for
Without a place where to go

Love is what we need
Is what we dream
Is what we miss
Is what we sing

And simply staying
Possesses all
In several beauty
That Thought fares far
To find fused
In another star
To find reborn
In a Young New Sun

Love is what we need
Is what we dream
Is what we miss
Is what we sing
Without a reason for
Without a truth to know
Without a place where to go