To the soul's desires The body listens What the flesh requires Keeps the heart imprisoned
The hearts of all men dwell in the same wilderness.
There's hope left in these dusty chords. There's a song left in our rusty hearts. We are torn and frayed but love remains.
The summer Night comes brooding down on Earth, As Love comes brooding down on human hearts, With bliss that hath no utterance save rich tears. She floats in fragrance down the smiling dark, Foldeth a kiss upon the lips of Life-- Curtaineth into rest the weary world-- And shuts us in with all our hid delights.